[Verse 1]
There's an obvious reason why we real niggas sin
Hop was wrong, we just tryna survive the struggle we're in
We're surrounded by shadows that close us, left encased
Had our skills chafed away by people who know us, words are toxic waste
Betrayal leaves us to follow the path of niggas we admire
Pac and Biggie did the shit that made me so damn inspired
So encouraged to become a rapper, to get away from scrappin'
"What happened?" We're attackin' the niggas who keep arrogantly laughing
You're lagging dog, the liqour stores three blocks ahead
I'm tryna embed you to a position where you can't die instead
I'm puttin' effort into building your ass up
Or else you'll be in prison, inevitably ass fucked
Pac once said, I fucking fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys (black on black) niggas fucked for life
It's this fake ass clique of half way crimes your claim
This is the west side, that shit will get you shot, caught dead in the game
It's insane how following one man can leave you in dread
Shot in the head, blood-red, lyin' on the counter dead
Don't be misled, our compilation of crimes has only begun
We're yet to pick up the gun, shoot the clerk, because we sin for fun
I never realized how fun it was to spit straight bars
I do it because right now I'm higher than the stars
Stealing cars, startin' fires, smokin' weed, dressed in G attire
Screamin' "FUCK THE POLICE," talkin' about swag the minute before you retire
Black on black crime legendary
Isn't it scary how doing one large thing can be revolutionary?
Some day, my whole clique will be fucked
Droppin' like flies, one by one, G's out of luck
It's evident that we lack a prevalence
We gotta stop the neglegant shit, claimin' to be heaven-sent
We represent the niggas who don't follow the president
FUCK THE ILLUMINATI, that nigga's out of relevance
Just because he's black doesn't mean he can save us all
We've paved for shit that could never be done in the day we ball
Nigga you can't stall, the battle's just started
We began the crimes inclined to solve the problems uncharted
[Verse 2]
We do this shit to solve the things that couldn't be solved before
See, we're the niggas bitches always adore
Ignore the great war and focus on what you gotta fend for
Postwar, to survive the grime, we've gotta focus on our score
Fuckin' whores and doing crack sounds so damn whack
But we're back and we're black for the redundant attack
We're back with our revival, barely makin' a survival
I don't even know how a black man isn't homicidal
Yo, Atar-E (Yeah?) Remember way back when
The days we were innocent and we never thought about tryna sin?
Those were the days, it was so damn easy
Now we're caught in the game, now we act so sleazy
Anemic and Atar-E eat the niggas who don't fight back
Passin' out after drinkin' a glass of night cap
Cut the chitter chatter, you'll never make it as a rapper
Rappin' about swagger doesn't make you any badder
You're whacker than most people who shatter their own careers
You intevened with my frontier so lemme make one thing clear
I don't give a shit about your swag or your clique
The eastside is shit, you're all self-centered pricks!
Ha, I bet you expected honest criticism
Your fuel is powered by sinning and cynicism
You have this vision where the eastside has absolute symbolism
Now you're all white, eastside's the KKK causing schisms
[Verse 3]
Racist haters are just facing the greatest
The white MCs on a regular basis, now they're complacent
Your faces are disgraces to the black man race
You misplace the hate of angst towards people with colored faces
This ain't fight music, but when you niggas make hate exclusive
You're choosin' to be a nigga who acts so stupid
An illiterate hypocrite who disses westside in every rap
Envy's a sin nigga, the day you die I'll laugh
You're trapped amid the sins, scrappin' by pot and sodomy
How could you possibly rape a woman for the sex and monopoly
Rap contains philosophy that tells what you shouldn't do
There's a line you crossed, you lost your purity, (nigga) you would've knew
If you had paid attention to the friction and the tension
I mentioned the problems you started and you ignored what was essential
I tried to warn you niggas that sin would some day cross that line
You contradict my songs, it's a real thug I defined
I'll leave you niggas on your supine
I'll remind you all the reason why lack a spine
I may be a sinner, but I do it for fun
You do it for its rewards of everything that you've done
Niggas have been a dick/Benedict Arnold Schwarzenegger
It's all white rappers, like "Hey nigga, my cock is bigger
I may be a honky ass MC joining the game
But I'll be better than Slim Shady when I reach fame"
[Outro]
We sin for a reason, to just adhere to our idles' paths
The day I stop is the die that I collapse
I'll never relapse, I'll maintain a constistency of power
Words aren't needed, I can sin as I glower
I'm blessin' the lesson I learned and raisin' my crime rate percentage
Now tell me, I sin for fun and get away with it, ain't that impressive?
Did you finally get my message to get the presage?
The inevitable will get your ass locked up in the wreckage
