I\'ve been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I\'d be gone, stiff and rotten Y\'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y\'all some \"well wishers,\" friendly acting, envy hiding snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it\'s manuscript, just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First, Biggie\'s ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live