Heartz of Men

Eternally, I live in sin / Until the moment that they let me breathe again / The hearts of men
Hey, Suge
What I tell you, nigga?
When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin’ into these niggas’ chest, right?
Watch this!
Hey, Quik
Let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars!

Hahahahaha! Yeah, nigga, time to ride!
Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga
Cause it’s gonna be a long one
Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas what it’s like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride there’s gonna be some real motherfuckers
And there’s gonna be some pussies
Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin’
Now, everybody keep your eyes on the prize
Cause the ride get tricky
See, you got some niggas on your side
That say they’re your friends
But, in real life they your enemies
And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See, the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be snitches
It’s a dirty game, y’all
Y’all gotta be careful about who you fuck with
And who you don’t fuck with
Cause the shit get wild, y’all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby!
Keep your mind on your riches!

9-1-1, it’s an emergency
Cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the ’burbs
Everyone of you niggas heard of me
I’m legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed
Nothin’ more I despise than a liar
Cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a vicious motherfucker
Why these devils left me free?
I proceed to make ’em shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere
Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin’ for some thug shit
That’s what they tell me
So many rumors, but I’m infinite
Immortal Outlaw
Switchin’ up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw
You get left
And every breath I breathe until the moment I’m deceased
Will be another moment ballin’ as a G
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Eternally, I live in sin
Until the moment that they let me breathe again
The hearts of men

(“No heart for the righteous
  I was in every gang
  There was about five; I was in all of them
  Which ever one was winning (That’s my side)”)
The hearts of men
(“I was the one fighting the chicks
  A chick made a move with me like this one too I got a swollen eye once
  I had my fists up ready like this...
  Motherfucker put your hands down”)

My lyrical verge with so much pain
To some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
If you ain’t one of us it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll
In fly mode
I’m a homicidal outlaw
And five-o
Get your lights on
The fight’s on
Tonight’s gonna be a fuckin’ fight
So we might roll
My own homies say I’m heartless
But I’m a G to this until the day I’m gone
That’s regardless
Ride by, niggas bow down
Thought I’d rot in jail
Paid bail, well, a nigga’s out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up
First nigga gettin’ drugged out
I can be a villain if you let me
A motherfucker if you do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again
Don’t have no motherfuckin’ friends
Look inside the hearts of men

(“No heart for the righteous
  Everybody knows where my niggas been
  Every week he get his ass wiping
  He never wins a fight, but he always wants to fight you”)
In the hearts of men
(“No heart for the righteous
  You don’t get out of the way I’ma kick your ass”)
In the hearts of men
(“Well, well, that’s an ass wiping, I gotta take”)

To all my niggas engaged in makin’ money
In the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips
And fuck a punk bitch
No longer livin’ in fear
My pistol close in hand
Convinced that this is my year
Like I’m the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is havin’ problems
Smoke ’em, fire and bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics
As if it’s a game of crack
Thuggin’ is in my spirit
I’m lost and not knowin’
Scarred up but still flowin’
Energized and still goin’
Can it be fate
That makes a sick motherfucker break
On these jealous-ass cowards
Cause they evil and fake?
What will it take?
Give me that bass line, I’m feelin’ bomb
Death Row, baby, don’t be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat
And let me start again
Represent, ’cause I’ve been sent
The hearts of men

(“No heart for the righteous”)
(“slapped me upside the head again
  One of those good ones too, sounded (kieya)
  I ain’t never even shot nobody”)
(“No heart for the righteous”)
(“And I was in every gang
  There was about five and I was in all of them
  Which ever one was winning (That’s my side)
  I was the one fighting the chicks”)