Playas, Romans, countrymen, listen here. I rolled up hurr to put C-dizzle six feet under; I ain't come to give him daps. The killings that dawgs do haunts after them; the straight things playas do end up disappearing in their souls; So let it chill with C-dizzle. The ill B-dizzle Done said that C-dizzle had a desire fo success; If that be true, a playa be causing pain, [another kid wrote: If that be true, thurr was so wack shizzie goin on.) And just like the playa C-dizzle set them straight. Here, bounce from B-dizzle and his crew -- For B-dizzle is a true playa, So are they all fo' sho' true playas -- I'm hurr to speak at ma dawg's funeral. He was my homie, mai boi who always got mai back But B-dizzle is hating on him for having a desire fo' success. C-dawg done helped out Rome Whose playa tactics did make mad bank -- [another kid: Caesar brought home mad heads to Rome, and all 'em had some shizznit ta pay.] I ain't speaking to hate on B-dizzle [I spit, not beefin' against Brutus, but ta get across ta ya the truth] Y'all were feeling him once wit-out-a-doubt. What doubt be holding you up, then, to feel for him? Oh, judgment! Y'all ran to tha haters And playas have lost their minds! Stick with me. [Y'all hold up] -- My heart is in the death zone with C-dizzle, And I must chill till it returns to me.