Can I Live II

Yeah, is y'all niggas finished, yo

Is y'all niggas finished

Got your little radio play, your little BDS, huh

You finished nigga, huh, huh, y'all finished

Can I live, huh?

Can I live, you're being stingy with the fucking music again, yo

Yo, I blacks out, I pulls the MAC out

Scream "What's that about?", then I clap out

I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten

Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on

Feeling it, feeling it, chickens are ice grilling it

Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant

Speed off, officer told me, "Turn the beat off"

I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire

I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in

And rookies blame it on the age difference

My subliminal flows create criminal odes

Sing along if y'all with me, 'til the end of the road

I'm cynical when in the view of the public, and this is because

I'm defensive when I'm in interviews

The percentage who don't understand is higher than the percentage who do

Check yourself, what percentage is you?

Can I live

For all my niggas with the all-white Air Force Ones and black guns

Stack ones, yo

Can I live

For all my chicks, pigeon-toed

Stand bowlegged like the bulldog

Know what I mean?

Can I live

To all the cee-lo champs

Two green dice and one red stop, the bank and roll heads, yo

Can I live

To all my niggas who drink Hennessy straight

Cop mixtapes and sell weight niggas

I got the feds sending me letters

'Cause I'm schooling the youth

But they can't lock me down

'Cause my tool is the truth

Yeah, I sold drugs for a living

That's a given, why is it?

Why don't y'all try to visit the neighborhoods I lived in

My mind been through hell

My neighborhood is crime central

Where cops lock you up more than try to defend you

I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth

And all I see is life cycle just repeating itself

Ran into shorty bopping down the ave

On his way to clocking mad then

He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said

Ayo, there's money there, I just gotta have

When I catch up to these fiends, I'ma knock them on they ass

Not to brag

Sometimes I look at my life and laugh

How I think about school, and it taught me not a craft

When I backed out

Let one out, let the barrel turn

Holla at you faggots that it's my block to burn

That credit you dead it

I know heads getting annoyed and knew all

About a dope fiend before reading Donald Goines

Flipping boy, using the right cut

One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump

This slab gotta re-up and re-bag

Blend it in with the raw

Bubble it fast cop more

Once I get it, I got it, I lock it

Nobody pop shit

Selling 20s on my block bitch

For some blacktop shit

What you want nigga?

What you want nigga?

What you want, what you want nigga?

Can I live

To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat

Trying to win in the construction Timbs, yo, can I live

USA, all my chicks that strip

Boos go to the store with the doobie pins still in

All my chicks with the credit card scams

Two kids, one job, and no man

All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check

All the mamis dame besa, alright, yeah

All my niggas rocking them fitted caps

Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean?

All my cats with open cases

Big cars, and no license

I like that shit

I see y'all

All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit

Rock on, Jigga shit

Roc-A-Fella forever yo, uh

Major Coins, yeah, uhuh

Memph Bleek nigga