I'm Gonna Put You Down

Niggaz can't move me, I focus runnin the streets
like a rumour, whippin pillas like a ferris wheel
An everything I said, I sais it real

See I love the hood an the hood loves me
it's a thin line between hate and love -
cross it and take a slug I'll erase your mug
so embrace the plug or get placed above -
People ax how I follow God and still cuss
That's the lingo of the hood, dammit, you don't understand it
so while y'all in church, preachin' to the upper-classes
kissin ass, I'm in the trenches with gangstas
showin em ways to get paid widout pushing powder
but pushin power. If you don't know the hood

then don't speak unless you spoken to

your comments'll end up chokin you

or stomping you, I promise you

I roam with guns loaded, homey
an poppin, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack bodies droppin,
They when they missed you but that wis luck
they comin through tomorrow, surely, that's wassup:
cock back they thang-thang, hit you with they bang-bang
stand over your body and hit you with the same thang,
we were tight for a minute, rock the same lane
you switched colours, say goodbye to your brain, man

(you) thought I was bangin you wifey, that wasn't me;
you got stomped at the party, now *that* was me -
face to face, only a bitch do discuss you

like a talk, only a real dude bus' you

don't get in your eye in front of your girl
fuck your world

I want dues when I'm walking the hood
shit ain't pretty, from the to brick city, I spit gritty

Dumb fucks think rap music causes violence -
any albums they the silence
Vietnam, Desert Storm wasn't because of killer cam
my beef with 50Cent, or Gam Hei?
Chicks be spazzin out, makin me crazy
forget a baby, go half on a 3-80
rolex, take two and pass dat, my songs like balls
cos they get all up in yo ass-crack