Heartz Of Men

Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga? When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do? I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right? Watch this! Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah, nigga, time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga, 'cause it's gonna be a long one Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas What it's like on this side, the real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers And there's gonna be some pussies Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now, everybody, keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky See, you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies But in real life, they eyes is on your money See, the enemies will say they true, but in real life, those niggas will be snitches It's a dirty game, y'all, y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with And who you don't fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y'all Keep your mind on your riches, baby Keep your mind on your riches 911, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me Shit, I'm legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die My mama told me when I was a seed Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free? I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere, "Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit" that's what they tell me So many rumors, but I'm infinite, Immortal Outlaw Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw, you get left And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again The hearts of men No heart for the fightin' I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em Whichever one was winning (that's my side) The hearts of men 'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was I had my fists up, ready, he said, "Mutherfucker, put your hands down!" My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o Get your lights on, the fight's on Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight, so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villain if you let me A motherfucker if you do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again Don't have no motherfuckin' friends Nigga, look inside the hearts of men No heart for the fightin' Everybody knows this nigga was drinking, every week he get his ass wipin' He never wins a fight, but he always want to fight In the hearts of men No heart for the fightin' If you don't get out of the way, I'm gon' kick your ass In the hearts of men Well, well, that's a ass woping I gotta take To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the 50 states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand Convinced that this is my year, like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a don If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowin' Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin' Uh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake? What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men No heart for the fightin' Punch me all and slap me outside the head again Run a good one too, sounded "payah" Nigga, this bitch shot me (no heart for the fightin') I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em Whichever one was winning (that's my side) 'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit