Motherfucker my shit Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me Motherfucker who shot me? I'm like damn Did the homies set me up? 'Cause we ain't really been talkin' much I know that sounds sick My thoughts dark as fuck Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it up Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital Stupid ass motherfuckers Thinking they was going to stop Jizzle Had my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad My lil bro still mad Somebody got to pay for that My granny's prayers work 'Cause it could've got worse I'm talking pictures on the shirt When the shots went off I thought the spot was deserted But nah everybody in the spot was just nervous I don't like that Nah I don't like that we can't go right back So many niggas ready to go We can go war with Iraq They knew the code to my gate That was awkward Answer this I got a million dollars Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me Who shot me? Maybe it 'cause I fucked Jamal bitch And I knew if he found out Her scary ass was gon tell him about my hideout Yeah they really came to the front door But luckily we had something fatter than this nine out Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out When he hit me first I shoulda been knocked out All these maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe's I'm about to say fuck it and start squeezin' without aimin' I got trust issues, if I don't fuck with dude My body language gon' tell him I don't fuck with you I can't sleep at night this shit unbomftable Having nightmares of me coming for dude Having a hard time puttin' together two and two They was in a brand new truck Somebody sent them dudes They knew the code to my gate that was awkward Answer this I got a million dollars... Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know who shot me Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know who shot me Who shot me? Staring out the window Smokin' on this indo 'Cause I don't know who did it But I know this Bullets don't just go where the wind blows So I'm lookin' under my nose Hate always comes from up close But they can't stand me though Niggas ain't do no damage though Nigga bounced up that motherfuckin' hospital That same night, walked that shit off Like a motherfuckin' gangster is 'posed to, nigga, feel me? Like my mama asked this nigga Like "Boy what's wrong with you" Motherfucker shot me, nah mama None of these motherfuckers can stop me, nah mama Just got to walk it off mama Who shot me? After all the wicked shit I did I knew Karma was gon' catch up with a nigga (Hey nigga what you doing?) Damn, I ain't know it was gon' happen like this (Nigga watch out, nigga you ain't coming in here) Some niggas really tried to set me up I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes Like I said "You never know when it might brack off" But I guess God has some other plans for me 'Cause that shit ain't stop me

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35 Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, breaking the concrete Finish it, stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno" I burn slow like blunts and yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know: the lyrical molesting's taking place Fucking with me. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know cash Rules Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mine And I'm Brooklyn's finest Come on, tell me Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? I seen the lights excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cocksucker G's up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya?

Let us pray Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I see mothers in black cryin', brothers in packs dyin' Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why Watchin' our own downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God 'cause we livin' in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more My tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlyin' fact stay high explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror 'Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin' the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside You know, it's like I'm livin' just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin' if I'm worthy Livin' life thinkin' no man can hurt me So I'm askin' before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin' Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic 'Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camp, still mashin' Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck With a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitchin' Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure 'Cause he just came home off of bail Now tell me Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? Is it Budda, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definitely not to be imposed being a demon Because this is the joy of believing Men to believe in yourselves But for sure, the higher power Resides only to ride in the heart of the true From the soul of the man, for truth never has an alibi In the poetry or in it's realm That's what pulls all words together Just to understand, that every man, is his own man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' (Who do you believe in? Put my faith in God and Blessed and still breathin') Even though it's hard (Who do you believe in?) That's who I believe in (Put my faith in God) Before I'm leavin' (Even though it's hard) I'm askin' the grievin' (Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? (Who do you believe in?) Who do you (Blessed and still breathin') Oh blessed, oh blessed (Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?) Oh who do you Do you believe in Oh, oh Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin' And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in? I'm askin' (Who do you believe in?) I'm askin' you (Put my faith in God that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? I'm blessed and still breathin' That's who I believe in Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in?

Free Juelz Santana Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah) What you doing with that strap, lil' boy? Don't be moving like that, lil' boy Stay up out the trap You don't know what you doing with them packs, lil' boy It's some niggas really like that and They might make you adapt, lil' boy (uh) Listen, let me gather your attention real fast Take in all the details, this gon' go real fast This a tale about a kid, they call him Lil' Ride A lot of real niggas wanna kill him real bad Petty little bastard Known to get in big shit about some little cash If winning was a race in life, he bound to come in last He cut you down bad Do what he ask and don't get blasted 'Cause he'll kill you real fast Living life in the fast lane, whole dash Hit a lot of licks, ain't never made no stash The last come first, they say the first come last Okay, let me make you feel him real fast Grew up, they was robbing, they was killing real bad Nigga mom's cracked out, whole apartment trapped out Smoker, spent, all down and out, he ain't never felt no love Sisters, brothers slammed him out, slapped him all around the house Went outside frowning out, crying rivers, drowning out Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out Ignored him, they sound him out Watched they moves, he played the cut, he stayed round about All he knew was the few blocks whatever Went down in the hood, he seen the shit Never had his hand out 'cause he watched niggas leech for shit He rather take, he don't mind dressing in black to creep for it Watched them all and it wasn't long before he learned their weakness First time robbing, they went left 'cause he was starvin' Poor man ain't moved right, he threw a bullet in his noggin Young and paranoid as fuck, feeling like he out of luck Then threw the gun, he on the run now for five hundred bucks This nigga barely got some cash, thinkin' bout his past Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last? Clutchin' on it while he get high 'cause he know he in some shit Want to disappear and only way he know is hit a lick Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, trying to find a route Cuz probably stashed a whole brick or two at Nana house The slowest week he move a half a brick a day Plan was get to Nana's quick enough to grab the work and get away Nana's senile and she ain't seen him in a while Noticed who he was 'cause he was reeking of the loud Cuz don't even smoke, nigga, cuz never been broken Cuzzo been playing with thousands but Ain't never been no joke and niggas know that If you got a bond with family, why would you blow that? Ride snuck his ass straight to the basement where that dope was at Gave Nana the longest hug and kisses, said I'm coming back He ain't ever coming back Cuz see his bricks snatched, had them bitches gift wrapped Ain't no guess who did that, now he ready to kill Ride Cuz parked right outside with his MAC Tears, blood in his eyes Lil' nigga got no ties, he ain't linked with no guys Cuz sliding and he on that 'til he get some answers Streets ain't got no love, nigga'll kill his own blood Murder his ass in cold blood like that ain't his whole cousin He don't give a fuck 'bout repercussions, he forever thuggin' Mika sluggin', sluttin' thugs, but she fuckin' Ride now Text her, said he finna slide, thinking shit done died down Ready for a homicide, that bitch up on his side now And he'll kill his bitch before he let a nigga fire him down Hood know she fuckin', Ride love her like a sucker, though Put a selfie on her page, tryna blow his other hoes Uh-oh, he ain't let her know Should've let her know that he was wanted Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on it See straight through her hallway, cuz going all the way Said fuck his guilty conscience, he gon' do this broad-day All his younger life been having hard days Put the car in park Gon' put a spark in cuz heart so they could part ways Thinking 'bout the days when they used to play, damn Probably could've put him on some smart plays Then he think of hustlin' how he got this shit the smart way That's why he can't spare 'em, there he go, he about to walk his way Ayy, ayy, cuz Ayy, check it out, come here Buck (buck), buck (buck), buck...

Yea, G Herbo (That be Maaly Raw) I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass When Keef 'nem was out saying bang bang We was on the 8 making Glocks do the same thang Rolling got my shirt off let my chain hang First niggas yellin out 'gang-gang!' Go on a hit I was with Crazy James, he like don't panic the main thang And I don't think I'm God, but you can die if you say my name in vain It's Lil' Herbo you know what it is with me, I don't even gotta say the G I get booked for a show, I can buy you a key, I don't even gotta say the fee What you ridin' foreign, you pull up in Vs, push to start you don't got no keys They like what's that, an S63, got yo shit cocked back what you wanna see pussy You a killa don't push it, aye Herbo you from over east? Bitch what you one of the G's, you don't see me throwing up B's You don't see me droppin' the G's, you don't hear we poppin' at G's You don't know what's NLMB, only my Glock is a G aye I was out there with that hard, I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block, I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Throwin' up L's, throwin up B's Droppin' the five, droppin' the G's, droppin' the Trey's, drop everything We EBK we say fuck everything I gave my .40 a wedding ring Call me MVP I get ahead ya team And we don't got no license for this weaponry Every nigga with me got a felony Every nigga with me gotta let it squeeze Yea this a XD gotta lemon squeeze Ima real nigga, no lim Not a GD, not a BD, not a MC, not a 4C, not a VL, Diamonds VV I'm just G Herbo rocking gucci skeet the GT Got that G-Loc on me hollows in there, just on GP aye I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass

Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Itt van megint a két bolond csitri Hidd el mi már nem szégyelljük magunk A véleményekre meg magasról szarunk Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Itt van megint a két bolond csitri Hidd el mi már nem szégyelljük magunk A véleményekre meg magasról szarunk Mindenki anyu, meg mind tele van pénzzel A jó Isten titeket nem áldott meg ésszel Hogy ne köss belénk, mert úgyis leszarjuk Mert mindig úgy lesz minden, ahogy akarjuk Pampognak a verebek, meg vergődnek a ribik A pénzem ők szarták, magukról azt hiszik Kicsapom a balhét, nem szégyenlem magam A végén kiderül, úgyis nekem van igazam Habi gádzsik, habi sztárok, meg menedzserek Mind mesébe illő karakterek Szégyen kiadó, meg habi rapperek Hidd el rólunk a beefed lepereg Pénzszopó taplók, ezek vagytok ti A saját házadtáján takarítsál ki Bandanás csitrik, ezek vagyunk mi A brigádoddal együtt nevetünk ki, ej Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Itt van megint a két bolond csitri Hidd el mi már nem szégyelljük magunk A véleményekre meg magasról szarunk Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Itt van megint a két bolond csitri Hidd el mi már nem szégyelljük magunk A véleményekre meg magasról szarunk Nevetsz, meg rotyogsz, ki nyílt a te csipád Tátsad a szád, rottyantok én is kislány Ne mással mondasd, te mond ki, mit akarsz Hiába szívsz minket, mégis te kaparsz Nálam nincs meg a millió, ezért rajtunk agyalsz Utánunk topogsz, de egyhelyben maradsz Az első nóta már sláger lett A brigádod is erre rágerjedt Az őszinteségünket díjjazom Sajnállak, belőlünk már nincs haszon A kis csaj kivel tolom őszinte A szerződésedet meg őrizd meg Az embereid tehetségtelenek Mire észbekapnak, futni képtelenek Itt nincs hánytorgatásk, mi realek maradunk A brigádommal egyre feljebb haladunk Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Itt van megint a két bolond csitri Hidd el mi már nem szégyelljük magunk A véleményekre meg magasról szarunk Megjött a Norbow, meg vele LIL G Itt van megint a két bolond csitri Hidd el mi már nem szégyelljük magunk A véleményekre meg magasról szarunk