Heartz Of Men

Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga?

When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do?

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right? Watch this!

Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars

Yeah, nigga, time to ride

Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga, 'cause it's gonna be a long one

Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas

What it's like on this side, the real side

Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers

And there's gonna be some pussies

Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches

The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'

Now, everybody, keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky

See, you got some niggas on your side

That say they're your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies

And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies

But in real life, they eyes is on your money

See, the enemies will say they true, but in real life, those niggas will be snitches

It's a dirty game, y'all, y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with

And who you don't fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y'all

Keep your mind on your riches, baby

Keep your mind on your riches

911, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me

From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me

Shit, I'm legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed

Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die

My mama told me when I was a seed

Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free?

I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver

Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure

Thug niggas from everywhere, "Mr. Makaveli

Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit" that's what they tell me

So many rumors, but I'm infinite, Immortal Outlaw

Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw, you get left

And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased

Will be another moment ballin' as a G

I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally

I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again

The hearts of men

No heart for the fightin'

I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em

Whichever one was winning (that's my side)

The hearts of men

'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit

Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was

I had my fists up, ready, he said, "Mutherfucker, put your hands down!"

My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts

My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse

Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode

I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o

Get your lights on, the fight's on

Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight, so we might roll

My own homies say I'm heartless

But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless

Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail

Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now

Throw up your hands if you thugged out

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out

I can be a villain if you let me

A motherfucker if you do upset me

Tell the cops to come and get me

Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again

Don't have no motherfuckin' friends

Nigga, look inside the hearts of men

No heart for the fightin'

Everybody knows this nigga was drinking, every week he get his ass wipin'

He never wins a fight, but he always want to fight

In the hearts of men

No heart for the fightin'

If you don't get out of the way, I'm gon' kick your ass

In the hearts of men

Well, well, that's a ass woping I gotta take

To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the 50 states

Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch

No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand

Convinced that this is my year, like I'm the chosen man

Give me my money and label me as a don

If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb

I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics

As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit

I'm lost and not knowin'

Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin'

Uh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break

On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake?

What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb

Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed

The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again

Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men

No heart for the fightin'

Punch me all and slap me outside the head again

Run a good one too, sounded "payah"

Nigga, this bitch shot me (no heart for the fightin')

I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em

Whichever one was winning (that's my side)

'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit