No Rest for the Wicked

Yo muggs make it rough
So many fools swingin from my sack
Lets talk about the one who had my back
Down in the west coast so lemme kick it
To the motherf**ker who calls himself wicked
No rest no peace no sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill cause its so steep
Jackson lemme figure out the name
Jack cause you be stealing other niggaz game
But Im the wrong ni**a you wanna f**k with
On my dick so hard now ya wanna suck it
Go on the head gobble up the nuts
Get your lips ready & tear this motherf**ker up
Talk about ezy correct yourself
Cube better step back & check yourself
Hmmm lets talk about this
First solo album on the east coast dick
The east coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as king sun
He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody would listen even started dissin
Two albums later you callin my crew
All because ya wannabe cypress cube
Shoulda known you couldnt hang in the alley
Good boy went to school out in the valley
F**k it lemme make this understood
Speakin on mamas little boy n da hood
No vaseline
Just a rope & a chair & gasoline
Lench mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them niggaz from behind
You know what the hossack(sp) is oshea
A motherf** king pig that dont fly straight
Where ya gonna run to where ya gonna hide
Taadow look at whos running outside
Natural born bullshitta lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get witcha
Your homie
Put a pipe on the cover even though you dont smoke
Buddha let me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane
Took a look at the real one
Afro comb next morning you didnt have yours on
How many ways will you bite my sh*t
Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set
Caution when you enter the zone
Never used to bang til you heard the microphone
I got cube melting in a tray
Pulling up his card & f**king up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran
The ni**a who say he dont steal from his friends
Dont trust that ni**a named oshea
F**kim and send him on his way