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April 12 BitchesWe been in the game for a long time, Yes we're battle tested With the time and the emotion, and the money invested And if you think hard, No one elses game is tighter Check the network, up in ya fucking service provider I bought you thug shit, Thought you drug shit Got you bugged shit, Tell me what we havent done We run you through course son Leave you understanding what the street life is But you haters never understand, So eat my dick You better, Get on your concentration If you ready to roll on me And good bitches if you wanna unload on me Cause if you miss you won't get that far Ill have you jumping fences And running down the street like a track star I'm at the finish line, its essential We so influential, Well strip you of your street credential Game recognize, game we all about Think you can deminish mine, Look Bitch I got a career They call me dog homey, Look I don't sell woof tickets I got my fingers on the trigger And I'm ready to click it, I never back down Theres nothing you cand do to me Bitch Who the fuck are you, Your face is really new to me Bitch You wanna run with the dog, Try paying your dues Bitch Bum Homie yelling every time that I use chrome So many freinds, aint none of them blast, the right lights In the woods be stunning their ass, I took a chance To advance, in my life believe it It takes a stand to be a man, Plus the gang conceited Bitches trying to be hard, They only act the role You little sorry ass bitches, Ill smack you hoes Try to fool people, Make em think you something your not I'm exposing all you bitches, By provoking the crowd Raw dogging, dying for some action, drama Your bitch shocked out, Bullets through plastic dome Fuck With me Bitch, ill Cut Your Head Off, Make You Lick Your Blood Off.. April 10 That Aint Gangsta..let a Freind find out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit some Freinds beat cases on the strength of they cream after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails a Freind I got beef with end up in the same jail I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high Freinds you think is real really can't hold they own in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome scars are souvenirs, Homies always take 'em home. You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' population when I walk by, Homies like "Z don't play Son" "yeah, somethin' really wrong with that G..." max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block the things that'll happen if Freinds say I can't eat down goes the window....out goes the heat I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' trackmeet some get it in the leg, some get it in the back some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax Freind pump my packs or pay poor tax it's extortion, it happens in the hood often claim more lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice 'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit see the difference is I'm real and you not, Freind I still stash crack money in my sock, shit ya'll Homies wanna pop shit? I pop clips leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six Biggie and 2pac can't stop this since '86 my whole clique pop Shit. April 06 Lie...I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped Living in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crack But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomer strapped and ready to blow Lethal injection strapped down ready to go Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets The end of the world, mother fucker you not ready They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse Like prescription pills when you miss using them Freind The temple of nights when they took Jerusalem Freind And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple I know too much the government is trying to murder me No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically How could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the country Genetic engineered sickness spread amongst me My people are so hungry that they attack without reason Like a fuckin' dog ripping off the hand that feeds him So come and get me mother fucker cause I'm not comin Back Homie you better believe this The evolution of the world, bloody and dramatic Remember that I'm just a man don't follow me Freind Cause once you past the point you can never go home You've got to face the possibility of dying alone So tell me mother fucker, how could you die for the throne? When you don't even got the fuckin' heart to die for your own It rains acid, one day the earth will cry from a stone And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome Comperized humanity living inside of a clone This is the place where the unknown is living and real Universal truth is not measure in mass appeal This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky Cause almost everything that I was always ever told was a lie... April 03 G Fo' LifeComin' from the top of my
Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style, and Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top Hit 'em up wit' all I got Superstar; No I'm not Green weed; black glock Everybody want a piece Dirty like a pair 'a cleats Homies run their mouth a lot Like bitches and parakeets I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free Dress, Player, follow me Into another world Deep inside your own soul This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls Boy you don't know me
Why you wanna beef? All in my grill like You the papparazzi Boy I was fulla game Way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came That's why I will never change Me - ain't nobody like Even though they try to be Homies think they are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyric'ly I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me Over hot beef Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people Murder non-believers With lyrics that are lethal I hit 'em heavy with it Yo I stay ready wit' it Come try to test me wit' it Regret you ever did Call who a pimp?? I got my own back You got them baby paper? I got them grown stacks We the G's should not nobody be fuckin wit' Slayer riders Chopper city Had you bitches doubled quick What I represent - whoever live in poverty Hard working Freinds that Try to hustle honestly And I represent who Lookin' good and feelin' nice Freinds on there drinkin' 'dro Fresh clothes; full of ice.... |
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