Nigga of the Century

Say you little son of a bitch what choo tryin' to be When I'm big I want to be a thug You want to be a thug huh (Yeah yeah) What choo know (About) a thug huh (Yeah yeah) You want to see the bad guy Look at Ice Cube (Yeah yeah) that's the bad guy You need people like him can point cha fingas Huh? (Yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit You ready to die, OK a-why Where is that, you ready 'Cause they ain't touch the bad guy, OK I'm the nigga of the century Oh, so choo a bad guy, c'mon prove it C'mon, you think you bad How bad you are I'm the nigga of the century C'mon lets see how bad you are C'mon bad guy, see'moawnl We the worsest, all purpose You want murderers Well you serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust You heard us, don't shit make us nervous Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us Mention me, when you write it in your history As a nigger with the key to the mystery Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see Live how I got to live Give what I got to give Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative Hope to raise better kids The world needs a sedative, pray to god that we let him live [Chorus:] 'Cause you bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me Me that's who, it ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century Ok a-why, all you niggas better mention me Me that's who, it ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me A nigga told me to keep hope alive Survive, and 95 I'll get you paradise So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation Mama said get the facin' on them applications Didn't know back then, I was too young Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker What should I do in my life Reverend price, do you got some advice Before I roll the dice A nigga don't want to shoot craps, 'cause it ain't all fun and games When you tryin' to get that money mang Gangbang, maintain or slang cane T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules (For real) [Chorus] Who am I when it's do or die You can see a man's soul through the human eye Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high 'Cause you and I got to do, for you and I Actin' wild as a juvenile Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial Wait-pow; these people ain't playin' now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know What I've been through, the weather's presidential The warfare's mental, I sell my soul to the lord For the perfect instrumental And the number two pencil And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk [Chorus] Yeah, OK, OK, ok, OK, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you Dess no problem withs that, gawn'na fuck dat June have a fuckin' heart attack It's over, everybody knows now It's no fuckin' secret Choo know dis motherfucker, OK a-why It's over, that's it, die Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I got that bomb, bomb, tit-tit... Tity-tit, tity-tity, tity, bomb, bomb, bomb... When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh...