[Verse 1]
   I'm either running for my life or I'm just waiting to die
   I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high
   It's never, when or why, it's the way that he die
   Did he stand like a man till the day that he die
   Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run
   Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son
   And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum
   Cuz in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs
   You can die for your Patna's or die for ya moms
   Or you could die cuz your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing
   Or die in a plane they say it's a bomb
   When they run it into a tower, they just say it's Saddam
   Screaming Allah the moment that it's hitting the building
   With total disregard for all men women and children
   See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings
   I'm filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling
   I'm just one of the millions of niggaz who ?
   It's a war going on and they killing for nothing
   We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons
   I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing
   End of discussion
  
   [Chorus]
   Hey, ain't no more talk
   Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk
   Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
   Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
   Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
   And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
   And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
   It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
   And I know, so ain't no mo' talk
   Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk
   Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
   Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
   Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
   And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
   And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
   It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
   And I know
  
   [Verse 2]
   Yeah they said it wasn't no mo' green for no mo' grind
   No mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
   Am I any more conceited than this game needed
   And if I say it believe it, I'm running the region, you see it
   Popping and blowing, I'm stopping I'm going
   I'm just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating
   And I don't care what you niggaz is thinking or saying
   About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where
   But you the best cuz you goin' care
   Now I ain't think so either, but we know greed'll make ya
   Do strange thang's if we ain't people
   And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain't equal
   You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people
   And it's embarrassing laughing at all of your songs
   And you can hate me right now but you'll miss me 'fore long, when I'm gone
  
   [Chorus]