I got a head, but it ain't no screws in it

(Verse one)
Roll up and get swoll up
Hold up
How ya gonna play me like a sunking dunking donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wrecked or get your motherfucking chin checked
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open
Say you're looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkdified bitch
Like that
Oakland's on the map
Tupac is on the big screen striving
Gotta love a nigga for surviving
I wear a lot of old school jewels
Look how the fools ?, oh
Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause you're buffer
But I'll just buck when bigger motherfuckers
Turning men to suckers
Niggas wanna start a little rukus
Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them motherfucker
They wanna throw their hands up
That's tight
Hit 'em with my eight
Never had shit left, right
Then hit 'em with the uppercut
Duck quick
Shit outta luck
Fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me, though?
Give a holler to my niggas in the pen
And my murderous partners with their Mac 10s
I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G
Glock cocked and then they kill me
I'm representing

(Chorus)

(Verse two)
Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, KayGee the great one
Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and sure you're late son
Heavy D, CL Smooth and Queen Latifah
Too Short, Tony! Toni! Toné! they all ?
And
The special motherfucker Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest
And Jungle Brothers, Das EFX, EPMD and Ice Cube
House Of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas
Digital Underground, my real niggas
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion
Wickeder than most men, Spice 1 and Pooh Man
TLC, Eric B. rocking, then Scarface
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars bass
Thoro Headz, ?, The Click
E-40, The Governor and Richie Rich
Young Guns in the house pumpin' flava
?, DJ Ditch for their behavior
Off the head, my freestyle flow
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know
I'm strictly representin'

(Chrorus)

(Talking)
One motherfucker, two motherfucker, three motherfucker
Damn, who did I forget?

(Verse three)
I'm a soldier
Daddy was a soldier
Strong in the struggle
Must be contend so it's on
Raised in a house full of bad motherfuckers
Mad motherfuckers
Never had so we grab from the stacked motherfuckers
Now they know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed ass well paid O.G.s
Ah shit
Pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel out
Carch a cop's tail
Rock shells hit
Raise a fist so they know to make a hit
Can I flip it?
I may get wicked as I rip it
To get specific, if the shoe fits, then kick it
It's for the gifted
Pump your fist if you with it
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit
Now they wanna maime me (told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soldier
Bang bang boogie, it's a stick up
Quit now, nigga, eat a dick up
I'm representing