[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