We all can use guns, but i rather talk it out, i hate being loud, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between right and wrong We should all live life by one fact Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back I seen cats go out like suckers I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad motherfuckers" I see fake niggas and the games they play Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing It's that craft for me, the half of me Let through niggas in the door after me Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me If I go, I'm taking niggas with me! [Styles P.:] Dog nigga, Ghost nigga Hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta teach niggas It's personal, now we gotta host niggas [Styles P.:] Dog nigga, Ghost nigga Hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta teach niggas It's personal, now we gotta host niggas