Lyrics:

yeah. yo yo yo YO
holla
last temptation
comin' through now niggas
its a problem (its a problem)
always has been (hahha)
yo buck turn me up a lil bit in my motherfuckin headphones ya shit.
comeon, and let these niggas know (let 'em know)

Motherfuckers you want war wit the god
come on, ya'll know betta
i put holes in ya leatha
reknit 'cha sweata
and i bet the floors wetta
than ocean front property
betta come at me properly
niggas betta on popin' me
but i believe ya'll scared to clap from hammers
and the fact that im unpredictable gives me the advantage
what the fuck? am i speakin spanish? niggas
have i got ta tell ya'll in detail how we murder niggas
hand in yo business
the Inc. is religous
murder is the sacrafice
we throwin' ems niggas
that means murder for life
and im die fo that red and black
the house wit the cheddah stack
and the smiles on my kids faces
what to replace this
this little nigga here ta come with grips with death and taste it
my airs thick and filled with hatered
suprsised at the look in my eyes? well dont be
im just followin the footsteps of the Lord done paved me
if i go crazy its the same
ima blame it on the world for what i became
cuz they gave me all the fame and the money name
the million icon so the world can catch a nigga wit his lights on
thats the pros and cons
ya never quite free
but just give me a lil room so i can breathe
and my pain goin be the death for me
but to be loved is my destiny
my black people

yeah.
we out.
holla!