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December 09 So HarlemFree bail posters, tail lights on the roadster,
Live life vulgar, the FBI posters,
The fast cars pack guns no holsters,
We act dumb don't approach us,
We hit the spot & stand on club sofas So get the club owners,
Cause we the boss type knicks game court side Big chain sporty ride G4 the lord of skies, And courts in session so you all could rise, Then pay homage to the board that lies So many homies on my corner died, A marijuana how I mourn you guys, And nevermind that My cash better find that, We do the mask work, Kick doors cash search Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at, Cause it's a cold world, after world Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn A desperado, rich like I struck the lotto, Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato, I paint the night in them custom models, Racin in the street duckin potholes, Who gives a fuck is the motto, The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers, And no tops on the 2 seaters, It's summertime give me Coupe fever, It's four inches for my shoe divas, You gon get it cause my crew G'd up, We take chances, flip label advances, 3 day stays at atlantis, Make way for the gangsters, A 1000 deaths to the cowards, You let him die no flowers, I use to drive 4 hours, Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder, You chumps want the power, But when it rain man you can't duck the showers, It's our gang, and you don't wanna fuck with ours, I got no manners, ignorant with choppy grammar, Where we livin at the cops can't stand us, And belligerent & packin hammers, And my constituents a act bananas Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk, I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork, If you a soldier go get your boss, We need to sit & talk before it go further, Mo money mo murder, And we will pop at you And whoever you got with you, My muslim niggaz too hard, Cop jewels new cars, Take guns to jumar, Tryna avoid a new charge,
Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that, It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs, You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast, The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash, And I'm so Harlem 15th bang bang you don't want no problems.. November 14 I Cant Stand The RainThe pressure building up I feel like givin' up
How the fuck am I gonna back my Self up When everything is changed It will never be the same Nobody knew me then everybody knows my name And I feel so ashamed I've never been the kinda Man that would complain But it's so crazy, man There's no different Everyday is just the same thing Now it's been months out on the road I'am feeling like am gonna explode ... And I just wanna know If anybody out there's feelin me I'm losin' my mind and I can't believe I let this shit get the best of me ... And now I gotta let you know Once got me insane, 'Cause I can't stand the rain, It's hitting my window pain A little too much ... And now I gotta let you know Once I got my face in the frown, 'Cause I can't stand the sound, The thunder is crashing now Upon my house ... 'Cause now I gotta let you know No more worries now My pocket's fatter now Look in the mirror my reflections looks different now Its getting bigger now.. Z, you need to settle down ... Why do I feel this way? Should I be happy or Should I just ignore? Everything that I've been giving please help me, God It's all above I can't escape the rain... October 19 Heavy TalkWe cant stay alive forever so until shit hit the fan and we might as well die together...
Am high as ever more holes and more chedder we move around with them pounds and burretas...
Yea faggot if i want it am gon' have it regardles if its handed to me you all gotta grab it..
dont make an ass out of yourself tryin to stop me am coky raps rocky btich your slopy..
You know that am eight levels above you bitch ill plug you bitch i never heard of you bitch its ugly bitch...
Am the wrong one to provoke am only gon' leave u smoke..
So the only thing left now is toast for these cows which i got no freinds fuck most these cows...
If they pop shit tell we start aproachin these cows while we lay around dollars they lay aroud flowers... October 02 Start From Scratch...If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandana same 45th
Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
Same telephone booth same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt same address
Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck
Homie if I could make 94 today
I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A.
I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies
Fuck a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my homie G
Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
If I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say...
"If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back" Homie if I could rewind the hands of time
I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49 Hmie I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind I was 2 beeps away from a flatline When you a bad boy homies don't wanna see you shine 23" Lexanis bitches call 'em LeBrons I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind My brother devon died coz he chased the cat This a dog eat dog world God please holla back I got a confession to make its called payback If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay Would have told Vita to stay sober When niggas beg for mercy That mean the beef is over Told meesh to take the porsche back Drive a rover Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion I've been front to back Side to side Level my 6 4 frame out Keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your enemys closer Picture The Source suckin Benzino's dick Tryna be the big fish in the pond You know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that May 04 Thou Shall..I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat I'm in too deep, I can't say fuck the streets I need some sleep, the friends still comin' bush 'bout to blow this bitch up better get money, dead bodys get picked up I'm david in teen's now Homies we're digital, but they work triple beams now I'm livin' for me now, cuz I done went to war with the other side lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's It's tatt'ed on my arm Homie, thugin' till my death day y'all Bitches just wait, right after my court date It's gonna get grimey, like New York say bitch freinds horse play, real Homies gon' spray bang the fo', change clothes, and come back the same day better holla mayday, cuz we comin' and we gunnin at any muthafucka want sumthin they say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill but rub me the wrong way, Bitch and I will thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel cuz Homies'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real I'm already dead, you can't kill me bitch and even if I do die, I'm still gon' kill ya I'm unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers I go out in the road, and bitches think that it's over runnin, the friends all puttin too much soda on the D' you would think bitches know, cuz they older than me been here longer than me, and still peace'n a ounce out how can ya' be a birdman, if you don't know how to count it's back to the black gloves, and home invasions puttin holes in a bitch, the size of a gold dayton no I'm not waitin on nothin, no more eather you pay me what you owe me, or I'm cuttin ya throat bitch ya baby momma know me, go and ask the hoe how I done tied her ass up over a bag of dope I'll be glad to go to the pen over revenge I'm comin' out the same way, a homie went in.. Thou Shall.. April 28 Now Thats GangstaYo, the revolve' or the matty's cool Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Known Homies that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a fuck what you herbs say? When I got the Man that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Des'y got a beautiful ring I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That many hits, fuck that, that many bricks D-Block that many Homies' gats to your lips My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot Cause it turned into a drug free school zone Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks Spin a mothfucker out, empty his chest Leave your mothfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send Men to the grave wit they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That Homie Z rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in the trunk bitch take your pick Stick a gernade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Z? well fuck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggas don't learn till they're carasined out Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch Make me bleed till I'm mothfucking fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you Z'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon stop Open Mems face wit a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock Pussy mothfuckers don't want no beef Trip niggas down to their platinum teeth Chase you in the house with the all black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money But I'll settle for your necklace two guns up,,Thats Gangsta Shit.. April 26 Who The Hell R UMotherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'fo' Faggots wanna talk Ho'Ho', smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a man do a full flip See that man layin shocked when the bullet hit Oh hey ma, how you, know Homies wanna buy you But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Z you're too much for me Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Men hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, actin raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be A pimp with a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit.. there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!" Gotta vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Men on Prozac get the bozack, Bitches threw two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac' Dame had the Lex black Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed, where you rest at I suggest that, men invest, in a vest, when I come through with the glock jet black, you men step back I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this Me and my Homies we invented this shit I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater Better learn, Z'll relax that, ever heard of me? Worldwide Originator, say word to me The population holla certainly, I burn a man like a third degree, see me shine so bright Homie I'm my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger than me You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B Heavyweights type work to me For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me What? Cut your face in like surgery Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road when you had to be in bed at the PM Need the info, Am on the C-N-N forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin Homie your style's no style my style's hostile C'mon, faggot down to take the gun home The O-RI-GI-NA-TOR (can't FUCK with it can ya?!) 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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