[HOOK:] 
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts 
Your body carried out the church 
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!) 
They shoulda took me first 
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts 
Your body carried out the church 
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...) 
 
[Verse 1] 
Aiyyo 
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston 
Cuz ''My Love's your Love'' will be my slugs wit blood 
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang 
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them 
Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream 
Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines 
Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist 
Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line 
You look strange, shootin victims at close range 
And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain 
Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel 
Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples 
Which one, look through the crowd son 
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm 
The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual 
A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial 
I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him 
Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again* 
It never happen, watch who you call fam 
On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man 
Predicted platinum, way before it happened 
So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum 
 
And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? 
C'mon! 
 
[HOOK] 
 
[Verse 2] 
You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula 
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar 
Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch 
If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks 
Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo 
So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones 
Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers 
Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer 
Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard 
Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard 
You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys 
Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride 
Cuz you aint comin back no more 
We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore 
You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic 
Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life 
Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do 
Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true 
 
[HOOK] 
 
[Outro:] 
Should I take them? Should I wait? 
Should I take them? Should I wait? 
Should I take them? Should I wait? 
I say ''No Woman, No Cry'' like I should own a piece of the estate 
But at the tribute they didn't invite me 
So I put in a call to Halis Alassi 
He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!) 
Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot 
Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING!