[Verse 1]
If it wasn't for Kool Herc, hip hop wouldn't be created
That's bullsh**, I would of created it tens years later
n***as acting up till the guns is heard
I don't hear you popping sh** now, mums the word
And all you rapping n***as, what, that's all you got
Think you a thug now you doing songs with Pac
Got a bullet in my stomach doctors scared to remove it
And 25 stitches above my dick to prove it
But I can't die, so I don't wear no vest
I'm like super n***a, got a SF on my chest
n***a I'll take a automatic and play Russian roulette
Just to collect life insurance, fake my d**h
Told you once, told you twice
This is the last time you can boooooooop give me a flat line
Even if I bleed to d**h I can't die
Not even if I fell from ten stories high
Yo, I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron
[Hook] [x8]
I'm not dying
What bring it I'm not dying
[Verse 2]
I tried everything swallowed pills slit my wrist
Made my own brother shoot me, X-1 f**ing missed
Tried to paint the walls with my brain but the gun jammed
At my first shoot out, I stayed everyone ran
I went in raw in more than ten different women
Locked myself in the garage with the Benz running
As a kid, they had to watch me carefully
Tried to put the blow dryer in the bath with me
Everywhere I go, I hear voices, who calling me
Doc said my brain damaged but I don't see nothing wrong with me
Maybe that's why half the industry won't do a song with me
I walked amongst the dead, Talked to punks with lead
An eye for an eye, we can all go blind
All you n***as talking about you ain't scared to die
I feel you n***a, cause I ain't scared to k** you n***a WHAT
I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron
[Hook]
You can't k** me (8X)