deda to make long story short kill the thought of dissin me you can keep your jealousy you can t get the best of me stressin me and pressin me to flip the script so watch your lip before i bust it open slip and get your butt whipped like cream pa comes clean with the real and what i m feelin i m dealin with a nigga that wants me out the picture beef goes down every time i roll with yas so i give em and inch and they wanna take a mile they talk behind your back and in your face they wanna smile jerks can smirk when i bodyslam a shamma to think you was cool and you thought that you overruled check it the enemy is easily spotted you got it and definitely on some booger snot shit watch it cause it s not good for your health check the rhyme ya ll it s every man for himself pete rock i don t want to talk to ya story as you walkin this is especially for the niggas that be hawkin i m worth six mil like the nigga steve austin i can see a phony man layin in a coffin surrounded by jealousy and envy every day where i work where i play it s like i can t get away so like a matinee i view danger no stranger to the ghetto i know the streets are full of anger in a new time zone you gots to hold your own check the monotone as i drop jewels on you fools i see right through no loyalty in the crew i can count on one hand who s my man and it s very few smile in my face behind my back you talk trash that shit don t last so put a quarter in ya ass and being self centered is really bad for your health ah man fuck it it s every man for himself deda solid like stone with the pound when i come around 40s on the ground just listening to the sound only peeps that i swung with in the whole town everybody s down till i got shot by this clown i got your back in fact i got the gat i remember but when it was on where was my back at i m jus there to let niggas know friendships are based on behavior when you flow i know i m hated and faggots perpetrated but they still on the dick from the shit i illustrated ill fated not i play my cards like a champ and when it s time i push power on the amp  so put a stamp on ya dome cause now the spot in blown to another dimension like the twilight zone heads are flown as i proceed to take the lead and not even feed into the greed so let s plant the seed and know who your peoples are and keep your cypher tight and know who s wrong from right it s time to resign and put your rhymes on the shelf i m keepin it real it s every man for himself