[talking]
 Excuse me while I sing to you
 I’m being real and that’s the thing to do
 I’m just living and loving
 Smoking and [bad word] (yeah uh)
 Out here on the grind, yeah (alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
 If I can’t get no love then I can touch you
  [bad word] is fly, throw back ya heard me)

 [bad word] 
 I’d rather touch you, yeah
 (we ridin’ on these [bad word] on)
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you (yeah, terror squad)
 I’d rather touch you, yeah (it’s goin’ down my niggas)
 (stunna, face, joe crack the don)
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you

 [fat joe]
 You [bad word] must be crazy
 I been doin’ this [bad word] since the eighties [bad word] up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
 It’s the kid still holdin’ the crown
 Now that they give it I’m holdin’ a pound
 And I’m lookin’ for some bustas who be actin’ like them niggas do dirt [bad word] to find out they ain’t put in no work
 An now my feelings is hurt
 Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
 But i’ma chase ’em to the end of the earth
 Cause I’m a [bad word]  rider
 You can see the pain in my face
 Got no problem exchangin’ the hate
 They got me fightin’ a case
 And if I blow will I face a fifteen
 And I’ll probably do it all in the pen
 But yo I’m livin’ with it
 Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
 thousand deaths if ya sellin’ ya pride ha ha ha
 Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
 thousand deaths if ya sellin’ ya pride
 You [bad word] need to know that

 [bad word] 
 I’d rather touch you, yeah
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you
 I’d rather touch you, yeah
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you

 [baby]
 Hey joe
 We gon’ ball like dogs but keep it gangsta [bad word]  I’m a guerilla on the streets but it’s time for the fun time
 Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
 Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
 Ol’ [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] with his [bad word] [bad word] crews
 It’s the murder man mack, I stash in the lac
 I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
 It’s the birdman [bad word] and holla at me later
 Duck [bad word] niggas, we deal with ’em later
 First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
 And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
 Tell them [bad word] [bad word] niggas, break bread with the boy
 Joe, they breakin’ bread with the boy
 Tell big pun [bad word]  stunna ride for the boy
 Win or lose I ride for my boy
 It’s the b-m gangsta, the d-boy click
 We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks [bad word] 
 [bad word] 
 I’d rather touch you, yeah
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you
 I’d rather touch you, yeah
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you

 [scarface]
 Niggas tell me money talk
 But [bad word] is walkin’ out on four feet
 That’s why I’m ridin’ on ya whole street
 I’ll be a [bad word] till it’s said and done
 I’m from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya [bad word]  I keep my forty cal [bad word] cause these niggas on my block bang
 Right up the street from where the cops hang
 And in my head I hear pac sang
 And then [bad word]  memories make me cry till I can’t stop man
 Tell my mama I’m a killer if I happen to die
 That’s how I lived, ain’t no sense in me lyin’
 My whole life’s filled with danger
 Never been a stranger to homicide
 My neighborhood’s full of gangstas and drive-bys
 And niggas fightin’ for position
 The demon has risen from out of prison
 Now I’m losin’ my religion
 That’s how I’m feeling when I’m [bad word]  with you
 Cause I don’t [bad word] with you, now I’m bustin’ at you
 So [bad word] you dude

 [bad word] 
 I’d rather touch you, yeah (terror squad, facemob uh)
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you (cash money millionaires [bad word] on)
 I’d rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)
 I’d rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)
 ’stead I’d rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)

 [scarface talking]
 Dedicated to my homeboy pac