Uhh Mmm-mm Pity How you went and wasted something good Show up wasted like I knew you would So misunderstood Say we're both to blame you got nerve Lowered my standards just so you'd meet mine You got no manners and I got no time You think bare minimum merits a prize When will you realize That you act like you run the world But you ain't shit Nah, you ain't it You're never true to your word But you guilt trip You're persistent 'Bout dragging me down Running your mouth You're so condescending I'm so done pretending The you I deserve sticks around Look at you now You ain't shit (No you ain't) (No you ain't) Nah, you ain't shit Nah You're busy overthinking now that I'm winning But I'm not really in the mood for forgiving Since you're not around (Never better) I'm not backing down I lowered my standards just so you'd meet mine (Just so you'd meet mine) You got no manners and I got no time You think bare minimum merits a prize When will you realize that You act like you run the world But you ain't shit Nah, you ain't it You're never true to your word But you guilt trip You're persistent 'Bout dragging me down Running your mouth You're so condescending I'm so done pretending The you I deserve sticks around Look at you nah-now You ain't shit (No, you, no you ain't, no you ain't shit) Nah, you ain't shit (No, you, no, you ain't, no, you ain't it) Hey yeah (No, you, no you ain't) And I'm on my shit (No, you ain't) Mmm, mmm, mmm (No, you, no you ain't, no you ain't it)

I lost a couple niggas shit happens You lost a couple niggas it aint shit happen You dont slide for your niggas like I do for mine Live the life on the borderline of suicide I lost a couple niggas shit happens You lost a couple niggas it aint shit happen Cuz you dont slide for your niggas like I do for mine Live the life on the borderline of suicide

You know G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is 'cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back Damn, it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Till the day I'm dead, I'm gonna keep that shit real Now you niggaz know G-Funk's for real To those people who don't believe in G-funk Tried to take my style and make a quick buck Here's a message to one and all Your pass is revoked and then I'm havin' a ball Any questions, come and see me The king of G-Funk, the one and only Congratulations! You sound like Nate You took my old hook and got me paid G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is 'cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back Damn, it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Till the day I'm dead, I'm gonna keep that shit real Now you niggaz know G-Funk's for real Some people are nothin' but clones Some people have styles of their own Some people are copycats These people can't get the mic back Can you feel me, one hitter quitters? You can't copy me, I'm one in a million Call any expert and you can ask him Copy machines can't copy platinum G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is 'cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back Damn, it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Till the day I'm dead, I'm gonna keep that shit real Now you niggaz know G-Funk's for real G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is 'cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back Damn, it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Till the day I'm dead, I'm gonna keep that shit real Now you niggaz know G-Funk's for real When you feel like some cavi G-Funk You need some music to bump in your trunk I got a bassline, a gangsta tune Put on the classics and your head'll be movin' soon You know I think it's on ya'll That's what G-Funk means to me It's alright That's what G-Funk means to me You know, you know

Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house 1994, representing, keeping it real One time I stepped out the door and left undisturbed I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats Talking to the brothers in the alley The word of the party's at 7 and girls are with their babies Kids are playing handball and it's about 80 I rolled out with T-Funk in the t-bird, pump the t-bass Hell of course, then we made that u-turn The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up 'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up Stopped at the light, actin' like nothing happened We went about our way, brothers domino slappin' Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearin' T popped the top and had all the hookers starin' On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner Brothas shootin c-lo, try to meet expenses Homies at the park tired, sleep on the benches Standin' buy the pay phone, make the call to Ralph M "Yo Ralph, what's up nigga?" "Yo what up dawg?" "What time you wanna get up tonight?" "Around 10" "Word" "Yo, what's all that noise in the back man?" Homies gettin' loud right in front of my buildin' The street lights came on, a cool breeze feelin' For the nights what I need, my aura feels specials What's up to my neighbors, the day had settled Brothers wanna hustle on the corner, schemin' Then I ran back and got ready for that evenin' On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner I'm at the party drunk and my homies look dusted The music was blastin', look here but what's this I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk The room was kinda hot, hallucinate and see 1 See 2 girls by the hallway, all day Staring at my grill, these females wanna play Girls, dim the lights and dance till the morning My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toein' To the back with the homies, you know the rest It was late that night after everyone had left Some urled in the streets, others gave out their numbers I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered Leavin' with this girl from my block that I took I said peace to the homies, now I'm out to hit the hooker On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner

Here we go (repeated) I suffer from the worst torment burn my flesh Screaming from the mercy i fell from the rest Humiliate dissappoint i'm stressed with the headache My heart stopped beating quick the paramedics I heal from the wounds realived or fatigued Many still at ease from the struggle pray for peace Aggrivate a soul who's at fault is it now Embarassed from the frauds that are hostile and wild Don't blow the fuse, so what, just for instance Niggas wanna set it, fool, make no difference Loonie of the looniest, the mighty Funkdoobiest So fuck you and that fake crew that you be with Chorus We ain't hearin' it, havin' it, it ain't goin' down (Fuck what you heard, it's about what ya hearin') (4x) They try to put shame in the name and kill a back stabber The sucka ducked shit, of course it made me madder Matters worse, the situations knotty Nobody's dolly in society's party Reveal all the evil that occured in the act Bloody was the incident, shall burst in you back The price of betrayal, the faces turn pale Rumors have failed, truth have prevailed Tales in the mist, but don't believe the nonsense Everybody's getting over, nobody's honest Break a promise to sabotage fortune A portion of lies, who could be the spy Sneaking in the film, mini reel, keep it solid The loot on their mind with their eye on their wallet Chours 99 bottles of beer on the wall Anonther all gone cause T-Funk drunk 'em all I call all you peasents in fear near the hour Niggas self destruct, implode from the power Tower Many of corse have seen the 4 fronts Smoking more blunts and fucking more stunts Seems like an epidemic, the phony spreading Giving altrocidies, didn't see the dead end Whatcha gonna do with the picca boo 1, 2 Break a fool up in this bitch nothing knew Cause you'll be the victim, treason is the reason Don't wanna be locked down for the season These are the schemes that prove themselves evident Incomplete, non-sipher, irrevilent Chorus Here we go (fades with song