Lyrics Conflicted - Snoop Dogg, Nas

Conflicted

If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that’s against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I’m conflicted, bitches
East coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It’s not a conflict of interest
Cut 'em niggas with the business
West coast niggas rockin' them Timbalands
Deep up in them trenches, it’s no difference
Neither one play games, I’m swingin' for them fences
We want the finer things, the shit that’s expensive
The shit that hit 'em either close range or at a distance
If God for me, nigga, why bother
I got my game from the Godfather (Woof)
Top of the food chain, rock bottom
And handled my business when it was my problem
G shit, nigga, flossin' with a gold chain
I got my Turkish robe with matchin' gold fangs
Bomber jacker in the winter, it’s a cold game
I mess up East coast niggas (What up?)
Some of the realest niggas in this dope game
I got my curly top lookin' like Special Ed
Clean fade on the side bumpin' that red head
when I ride, duckin' the fed-feds
East coast niggas, they get that bread-bread
You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead-dead
Them West coast niggas, they need that lead spread
And now you got bullets all in your dread head
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that’s against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I’m conflicted, bitches
Still tryna fuck the riches
East coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It’s not a conflict of interest
the niggas with the business
West coast niggas rockin' them Timbalands
Deep up in them trenches, it’s no difference
Fourth an inches, I’m finna hit a lick, and handle business
I got a down bitch, she real vicious
Rock-a-bye baby, no witness
This is not even a conflict, you niggas on nonsense
Niggas died the same way in Brooklyn and Compton
But niggas with that gang-gang, them niggas make a profit
Niggas on top, niggas stay poppin', look
See, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was stylin'
Fargo chain with an African medallion
Hip-hop connoisseur and rollin' twenty
Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent
All about the clout, and all about my dividence
Them older niggas couldn’t tell me different
I need a round-away girl to let me stick it in
Showtime at the apollo
I’m drinking old up out the bottle
Take two squigs and pour out a little liquor
For my niggas who gon' live to see tomorrow
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that’s against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I’m conflicted…