I Don't Need 'Em

(album: The Massacre - 2005)

Yeah, it is what it is man
Uh-huh

Sirens flashing you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shining, cross full of diamonds he bought grinding
His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbing
The D's came through, asking niggas if they know what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clapping
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cooking coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run, every time it's on

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
'Cause I don't need 'em
'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleeding

What? Nigga is there.. is there a motherfucking problem nigga?
Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. pussy!

Niggas be talking 'bout me, they always calling me crazy
Fuck them OG niggas, they stuck in the 80s
Saying they gon' do me something, now you know that's a lie
Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents running, cut my fucking hand on the barbed wire
This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit
Hollow-tip parting yo' head, leave your whole fucking brain split
They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin
What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started
Thought they was grinding, well God damn, where that money at?
Thought you was fucked up, 'cause you was letting paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter fact, you's a buster
I don't trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
'Cause I don't need 'em
'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleeding

What? Who say they gon' do something to me?
Must be out your rabbit-ass mind
Fuck around kill one of these niggas