[Intro] Billboard Talking
 This ma [bad word] from way back since we was kids
 like no what am saying we something like you could
 say a gangbanging dynasty or something like
 no what am saying cause his older brother Big Face
 and ma older cousin they ran together so they hocked us
 up together when we was lil kids no what am saying
 we both know so we used to spit but he would take it more serious
 than me no what am saying I was [bad word] up like getting in and out of jail and [bad word] no what am saying but he made it happen he came back and got me like he said he would no what am saying its Black Wall Street me and the Game

 Game:
 We could never be friends
 nah never be friends

 [Verse 1]
 Yeah yo the way I walk through the valley of death
 Vest on, Teflon nine approached in my Hurricane sweats
 Black chrome my shoulder, big wheel ‘till it's over
 He never got to see me put black chrome on the Rova
 Reading your obituary wishing we never met
 So I wouldn’t have to shed tears or wake up in cold sweats
 Lookin’ at this bottle of Hennessy wishing you never left
 Wishing I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest
 Or better yet I wish they never let you out
 And I never got that phone call tellin’ me that you out
 Wish you never signed the release form
 I wouldn’t have had to clear this sample or use this track to say rest in peace for
 You wanted to know if Dre and felt you they did
 fore I could tell you someone killed you
 I feel pain for everyone that ever knew the real you
 Call Nas let him know I got an Ill Will too

 [bad word] 
 Ma [bad word] if you look in the mirror
 Would you see things clearer
 ma [bad word] who are you
 Ha ma [bad word] do you know where you headed
 Do you know who you are why you do the thing you do
 You ma [bad word]  Ma [bad word] if you look in the mirror
 Would you see things clearer
 ma [bad word] who are you(who are you)
 ma [bad word] do you know where you headed
 Do you know who you are why you do the thing you do
 You ma [bad word] 
 [Verse 2]

 [bad word] s politicin’ wanna know why I'm rhymin' different
 My best friend got murdered, [bad word] ma mind is different
 If you ain't never spent no time in prison
 You can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin'
 [bad word] s rallin' me up let's go find a victim
 I can’t do it homie that’s the reason Shyne in prison
 And through devine intervention ten plus years doing crime in the trenches
 Multiply by the time we spent in the kitchen
 And that’s a life worth of hard livin’, Cuban cigar tippin’
 Twelve grey ditichin’ purple serve by the jar sippin’
 If you lost a homie you know friendship is God given
 I’ve done seen the church so much you'd think I was born Christian
 I’ve done seen more dead bodies than a mortician
 Seen [bad word] s in and out of county blues like they was born cripin’
 So I’m a keep on livin’ cause when I’m gone [bad word] s ain’t gonna do [bad word]  But [bad word] my [bad word] and pour liquor

 [bad word] 
 Ma [bad word] if you look in the mirror
 Would you see things clearer
 ma [bad word] who are you (who are you) (who are you)
 Ha ma [bad word] do you know where you headed
 Do you know who you are why you do the thing you do
 You ma [bad word]  Ma [bad word] if you look in the mirror
 Would you see things clearer
 ma [bad word] who are you(who are you) (who are you)
 ma [bad word] do you know where you headed
 Do you know who you are why you do the thing you do
 You ma [bad word] 
 [Verse 3 ]

 What if you was me and you had to sit through a whole funeral
 Why a pastor reading your homeboys eulogy
 I'm already dead what the [bad word] you gonna do to me
 Keep talking [bad word] a empty ma clip and that g-unit T
 Give me a minute to say ma grace with God
 see his face in the mirror I came a long way to talk
 And tell you your mom's is missing you your pop's is missing you
 Just saw your baby picture in your grandmothe