Pulp Fiction

Tell me once, don't tell me twice like how this supposed to go

Tryna send a sucker to the sky to meet the holy ghost

Every time I'm round they streets is empty, who y'all slidin' on

Cause no one from my section has been dying, so who's side you on

I don't know where these niggas from, we never heard of em

How they say they smokin' on my guy, but never murdered him

Brother brought the chop, I brought the slam and we gon' wrestle em

A band up in my hand, that's not enough, not like the rest of em

Really from the mud and all my soldiers, we the best of em

And I don't feel the same without my pole, so I invest in em