Conflicted - Snoop Dogg, Nas

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…