1.Ma Homiez
(bring it back)
I bring it back with all my old school game
No matter how you hate the og, you can't change him
See, cause to me it's total disrespect
For motherfuckers who done lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they shit
And try to downgrade the next dude tryin
To get up out the ghetto like you
But you straight fried him
See, now what you niggas need is open eyes
Although you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open
mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on life fades fatality
I seen the same shit you seen in the 70's
And you can blame shit on me, but nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am i supposed to change
A place that since my mother been born it ain't been known to
change
And all my niggas can relate to what i bring to 'em
Instead of turnin my back, i sing to 'em
Jockin my homies？
Ride for my homies, think？
Cause i'll die for my homies
Dedicated to my homies who been trapped in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your
feet
If i ain't learn nothing else, i learned to struggle and strive
Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, i can't lie
But every black community done seen the same thing
Somebody come up out the hood and make a strange change
Ain't no forgettin where it started for me
The hustle out the hood never departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to change my story
Can't nobody make me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin that they represent life
Make sure them hoes is representin it right
Talk to me
Now break it down to the beat one time
(vocal breakdown)
Talk to me now
How dare you so called black politicians
Knock me for the game that i explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote control
So they can turn me on and off when they feel it
And try to take control
But i refuse to cooperate
You take away the plug out the game it ain't gon operate
So now we're picky with the wickedly ways
And i done been inside the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they solutions is institutionalize
All the game made millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these beats
But you look at my music like an ounce on these streets
I send this out to every street in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto than that
And every time i step my ass out the hood, i go back
So you can miss me with that bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas with no question
So while you're teachin em that shit they can fake to
I teach em shit that they can relate to
My homies
2.Hustler
Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show
Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'？
Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive
That shoulda been number 1, cause i don't wanna die
Add 6 when i begin to flip the big benz
With the candy-coated paint, plus the 20' rims
And what they hittin fo', i roll 7 out the do'
Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold
8： 'don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin
Got nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin
10's is for my niggas locked down in the pen
And my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again
11 is for my poppy up in heaven
Tell god send me a blessing, cause i'm down here stressin
12 is for the records we sell, we're goin platinum
There's no turnin back now, so let's make it happen
All i ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustler
Some don't get it, but feel me when i spit it
It's all about the dollar
It goes one for the money, two for the show
Everybody in the game know how it go
It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough
Keeps me watchin on toes out my back window
Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44
For urban travel, watch the scandal
You petty rivals can't handle
Hit your block, increase props as we dismantle
Channel my vengeance through this sentence, i'm relentless
You bitches wanna spend this, then get pimped
We're never said to beat any listener senseless
Heavyweighters livin major, pumpin this here, no circumference
Who is this？ o.c. the sinister
Navigatin, now we're raidin all over your area
I'm darin ya to static with this rap-a-lot shit
The camorra make hits, tag licks, like movin bricks
The lyricist full of canabis, livin extravagant
With elegant bitches, plottin riches
On quick-to-get-rich niggas full of liquor
C'll shine one time livin bigger
Now everybody in the game know how it goes
Players like us do shows and pimp hoes
Oh-oh, it's the sinister and lo-lo comin through
Them niggas playa-hatin, what the fuck they wanna do？
I want peace, but if them niggas want beef
We gon' have to take the heat to the streets
Knawmean？ they tryin to stop dreams and block creams
It seems like what？ they hate to see us havin lavish things
Pictures in magazines, nice cars and diamond rings
Ah-ah, ah-ah, we can't have no fake niggas on our team
Now you watch my back, nigga, and i watch yours
One's for the dough, two's for the shows, hoes, and tours
3.Do What You Do.
4.Southside： Houston, Texas
Meanwhile, on the southside of town...
Southside, the south, southside (8x)
Now what you niggas know about the dirty south
Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth
Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up
Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up
Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the gulf coast
Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke
Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit
The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit
And shut you down, bitch
I represent from all angles of the south
From s.a. to m-i-a, we in the house
Knockin' busta muthafuckas out
So what you sayin'
If you for real about this goddamn game
You'd say you playin'
So what you claimin'
Peep the game that's bein' spit
Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin'
That southside's the shit
I'm screamin' 'dirty south'
While i'm chuckin' up my deuce
Dedicated to my down ass niggas
The south trues, the southside
Southside, nigga what, nigga southside
Bitches come a dime from outta town
With they mouth wide open
Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin'
Off the candy paint, drippin'
Elbows and vogues slippin'
Lookin' for sumtin' to happen
And thinkin' that these streets are cool
And i'm the fool to show 'em 'round
'cuz i be rappin'
That's when i let 'em know
Hoe, there's no southern hospitality
'cuz when dey get here
Then the southern fatality
I ball
Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job
Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad
Because it gets crazy after dark
They keep they hands on they gun
From 5th ward to south park
The southside
Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes
Money to fold, afterparties and shows
That's how it goes in this dirty hole
Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh
(niggas ain't playin' in texas)
Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble lexus
In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack
That's our thang
Niggas got game and you slang like main
I been around the world and i-i-i-i
Love my southside niggas
I don't know man
I don't know why, why
We some live ass niggas
Makes no sense how they pimp in the chi
I'm gone ball from the h to the m 'til i die
A-t-l, what the hell, you know atlanta be live
In between new orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high
Come on
5.Don't Testify
7.The Ghetto
Scarface：
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for ya'll niggas
Cause your my niggas on tha realer
Beground these streets for stacking peeler
For the dealers, save back on your teams
And underrestamate with these who do
You get the paper and then get of the street
Ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
Cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden
How many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck
Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub
I'm just a homie out the hood who did something
So why are you fronting
I'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted
You heard me homie!
Or do you try to tell it to the dumdums
They call you niggas
And niggas try steel were they come from
I bring the front to all my homies out riding
Help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding
Sange, and fange in this game, but it's true
Be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you
Never forget the neighbourhood were it started
The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the...
Chorus：
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
Ghetto
Nigga
Ghetto
I can't get out of here
Willie d：
I represent the southeast, of southeast
Millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at
(one time) bring tha rockas
Cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long
But now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on
Give a fuck were you're from nigga
And kay-doo always represtentin
That nigga is a fact i've lived in it
Now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit
For all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping
Will i strapp ya？
Niggas with all that hot capit
Niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning
Will you think we're smacking
That yellow road is steady packing
The home of the ghetto slangin
And car jacking
Nigga, i ain't acting
I was brought up in this bitch
From the o.p's and all down to the eastwike
Even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
For the christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto
Chorus：
Ghetto
Ghetto
I can't get out of here
Ice cube：
I got give it up to my ghetto niggas
In the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks
Geting ghetto rich
Knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang
Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name
This ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage,
You ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got the big body benz, with the wheels on it
A celuarphone with no bills on it
Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it
Baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it
You gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer
Puting your baby to sleep
And turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick
Looking sick in a six
And some schweiz on my wrist
Now picture this
You got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. jackson's dope
Ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto
Chorus：
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
Ghetto
Nigga
Ghetto
I can't get out of here
Willie d
Deathwall is the site
When the mic be light
As twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail
With their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half
And who got cow for riches, and sending bithces,
I'm making bitches
I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars
And we slanged by to see were my house was
Started stealing out of my mama's perce
Now that she's gone
She lives thrue my songs
And it sure hurts
I couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto
And turn our womens into wideows
Sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with,
laughed with
Dead in a casket.
To my pumps we can reach the top
But you got a chance to get of the pop
If you see your chance baby take it
I was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make
it
But look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze
Check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto
Chorus：
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
Ghetto
Nigga
Ghetto
I can't get out of here
8.Fuck Faces
{scarface}
Man i met this chick so fine
So bad she made me sick some time
I just had to fuck this bitch one time
I met her in the galleria shopping, buying
Gifts for some guy that she dating, still shot
Second anniversary and i'm congratulating that
But man she had an ass so fat
You couldn't palm it with shaquille hands
It seems to me she had the whole world in her pants
Walked behind her whispering love songs
She started smiling so i handed her this bathing suit
And told her try it
Replied, while with these light brown eyes
I'm shopping for a lady friend about your size
She put it on so i paid for
Then i told her she could keep it
And then i walked out the store, it's our secret
But peep it
Made it down the hall, she came running
Bags about to bust, blouse wrinkled, but still stunning
I don it
Made a mack move and girl chased me
And shortly thereafter, exchanged our fuck faces
It's tasteless
But honey must of missed being treated
Like something more than niggas just tumbling and dudes beating
Her ass behind the silly shit
And i can see it in her eyes she was sick of this
Let's see the sights, its me tonight
Let's leave him stuck home pacing
Blowing up your pager, exchanging fuck faces
Chorus：
You must be used to all the finer thangs
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us to exchange
{too $hort}
I called her up on the phone said i'll be there in a minute
Cause all them faces she be making when i'm in it
They make a nigga feel like he doing something
The pussy so good have you through with money
But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all that shit
Every chance you get you trying to call that bitch
Quite a few niggas got the pussy
But everytime i see her got to stop and look
Cause she so damn fine bitch
I want to make you mine bitch
I want to fuck one time bitch
Short dogg's on your mind bitch
I give a fuck about any nigga you fuck with
Stuck with, i love the way she suck dick
It make me bust this
It's hard to hold back when it's this good
You said she wouldn't i knew the bitch would
Cause i'm a veteran, twist them in the game so fast
With this pimping, bitch, you ain't go last
I got to get 'em, let 'em know i'm pimping really
Unless i'm getting paid, the shit is temporary
Exchanging fuck faces, making hella noise
Getting freaky as fuck and go and tell my boys
Cause it's like that, that's how we do this shit, bitch
Repeat chorus：
{devin}
Let me holla at 'cha b, short check this
Just got through fuckin this bitch, who swallowed my cum and
drank my
Piss
I stuck my fist up in her cock, she didn't budge or move it
Sucking and fucking, man she loved to do it
I bust 4, 5, 6
Nuts in her mouth, when she come to my house
I know thats my bitch
And she don't tell nobody shit
She keeps it cool, she said that pussy's mine
And because the way i rhyme, she let me fuch her all the time
I'm thinking about keeping this bitch by my sidee
Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied
But i'm numero uno, the one and onlly
Bitch be all on me chewing my nuts like bologna
Then picked, she licked on my dick like plop
The nut skeeted out like thick white snot
She saw it was still hard and said look what i got
Then rubbed it, hugged, it and shoved it in her cock
Tried to tell her to stop, but the bitch wouldn't listen
I guess a dick that's hard as rock, is what these hoes be
missing
And in return she used her stolen credit cards to by me casing
And later on she got this bone and gives me fuck faces
Repeat chorus：
{tela}
I got a call from laquesha and some of her neices
Saying its about six or seven dime pieces
We can hook up with no chains and no leashes
Tied to this fucking affair and slow leases
See what we go do is fall through with crushed ice
Man these hoes been talking bout fuckin for three nights
Whole damn grill so slick it's kind of nice
Not too expensive, but comfortable and its quiet
The rimmy that she gimme, a phillie and its tranquilized
Thinking to myself at this time and realized
She ain't got on panties so damn it, its in the signs
Somebody's getting fucked tonight to my suprise
Enter the room with the cat ass eyes
Rochelle's who do nails with them thick ass thighs
See i love these kind cause they ain't with that bullshit
Get a nigga off in the room and pull shit
Girl stop licking right there you killing me
Go ahead and touch it right there and fell the p
This some cold blooded shit with a bitch you let me sit through
Damn hoe i must admit, that's whit it hit me
So i dips into the world of forgotten fuck faces
You getting buck places, drinking, love, and sex chases
Devin：
You know what i'm saying baby
It's either now or never
Too $hort, tela, devin scarface in style
Repeat chorus
9.What's Goin' On
10.2 Real
(bun b)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin
Had to find my place
But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue
Had to dodge a case
Had to dodge a bullet
And the nigga that tried to pull it
The streets is throwed
If i don't get lean and blowed everyday
I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive
All my life this drive i tried
I seen a lot of good niggas die
Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched
Or somebody's a bitch
I wish i could change the past
But i gots to live in the present and pray
That tomorrow this shit don't last, i'm livin to fast
Shit, my momma asked me who i was like she ain't know me
But, to tell the truth i didn't know myself
I found out she had to told me
Just to show me just how good i had it
I guess i couldn't see it
Mild-mannered i just couldn't be it
But that was just the way we used to g it
One of the wrongest niggas i see
Or one of the strongest niggas i know
Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life i live ain't long and i
know
So i put weed in the bong and i blow
Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
Child that grew into a man that's widely respected
Too real
(chorus)
I feel no pain
I can't complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin to maintain
Cause i'm so real
(pimp c)
We blow big everyday
But that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty
game
Got niggas doin 40
When you 25 that's life
I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the
price
These bitch ass niggas shife
Niggas might snitch out they momma
That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all
drama
Cause we ain't promised tommorow
But nigga you promised to die
Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent
fry
At night i talk to god and try to understand
How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man
I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back
So i just say thanks for what i got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones
But i had to realize in life everything ain't always fun
I guess that's true for some
But them hoes will never win
Out here just hustlin and grindin
Tryin to change from niggas to men
Chorus
(3-2)
My nigga you a ho to me
Boy you done went off on me
Runnin round with the fakin and hatin
I'ma blast if you run up on me
I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch
This matter coulda been resolved
If you woulda came clean and paid my shit
See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last
Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass
And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up
No respect for your family that's dead
Don't write yo peoples locked up
Damn i miss my dog he was hog to this game
Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
You boys is funny
I'm bout my money
And oh so true
Mr. 3-2 when i never trusted you
I'm too real
Chorus
11.Rules 4 Real Niggas
12.Win, Lose Or Draw
Win...lose...draw...die
Scarface：
I read the book of revalations
And now i realize we in revalations
And on that note i make this statement
For all the young guns to become one to die young
Because the world is filled with hatred
And they aim to blame our sons
And i done seen down the barrel of a strap before
But i don't wanna die no mo', i fear the reaper
Help us jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness
And deliver us from the hate that cause the madness
I'm glad its installed in me from day one
Believe in something because most of my homies believe in
nothing
And paying for it, god bless your souls, i'll be praying for it
Eventually you'll have your day in court
And i done been a witness to homocide
Seen a whole family die
Before the stones of diamonds in the sky
Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate
That i've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache
There's a smile on my face
But, that's to keep a man from crying
Cause deep down inside, i know i'm dying
I'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to
And satan i know that your listening but i rebuke you
And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will
Just to survive the game of life, win or lose
Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will
To survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die
Chorus (johnny p)：
(2x)
Whether we win or lose this life to do or die
But sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why
Dmg：
Open my hands like a book
Years and years me and my notebook
I take a close look
Peep it dread see myself failing
A felon on the verge of 1-8-7
But i ain't ever wanna do it
'cause homocide never solved it,
Just momentarily resolved it
We've all been involved in the calling of a loved one
Oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums
And not begun with some
And they all probably died with none by the gun
That's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life
I slap five on the black hand side
I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter
So i pray to god just for tomorrow
In lieu of the drama i move my momma
But the poverty's prolonging the pain
Plugging my arteries and veins with strains
When i lose in this game
Chorus
Lo-ke：
12／11／73, a young little huster was born
Torn from my momma's womb in the midst of the storm
Never warned i was going through a world of stress
Never knew that i was born for death, may god bless
My pops died when i was thirteen, i'm still tripping
Forget living, i'm on a suicidal mission
Tears dripping from my eyes as i look up at the sky
Asked the higher power why my old man had to die
It was hard to say goodbye i tried to hide what i feel
Forget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)
I'm at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out
Would i see your smiling face if i commence to dig you out
I'm all about the cheese, i plan to see you once again
But i can't make through the night without commiting a sin
I had to realize there wasn't no friends, backstabbin
I had to watch my own back while i was out mashin'
Closed caption for the hearing impaired
Have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead？
I shed a tear even though i'm not supposed to cry
I can't lie i ain't ready to die, i ain't ready
Chorus
13.Overnight
＊ i don't know any of these group's members names, so a blank
line
Denotes a change in vocalist....
Yo nod
What's up b-lo？
Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us
And chicago man, what you think about this shit？
Ah, between us and the snypaz？
Man i'm talkin about us and every muh-fuckin body, man
Ah but you know we too tight up in chicago
We got love worldwide baby don't stop, north, south, east and
west
That's right, know what i'm saying, straight up comin to you
Snypaz and do or die, rap-a-lot mafia
From the chi, here it go like this
I went from zip locks and bakin soda
To smokin herb, cookin 'ola
Never lookin overnight success
Cause i want a rover
Hold you head up and stick yo chest out
And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out
I hit the scence like po-po's
In the four door chevrolet, we gas
With hats broke off to the left
To show you exactly where you at
I want the scratch that you done say
Remember, bust a cap a lot
For the rooftop snypaz snap a lot
Puttin down with rap-a-lot
You'll die, can't fuck with us
So when you say it, you'll a lie
You'll try and get shut down
From texas all the way back to chi
Ain't no success even if you cryin for it
Them niggas alive know it, they dyin for it
Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it
I strive for it
That's why i sixteen years and a positive
Try to let go of my negative
Only got one life to live
It's fucked up, only had one chance
And now i'm takin it
See niggas fakin it
If a nigga ain't real then his ass ain't makin it
Overnight, i had to do more than hold the mike
Had to control the fight
Had to make sure my dough was right
Had to make sure my boys was tight
Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (？) gonna spook ya
Horror type of tactics, you bet the snypaz (？) knew ya
Stressed out, had me feelin left out
Stuck and i gotta get my self out
But when i was kid then crept out
Fuck all the ones who never helped out
Stepped out with grams and plans to be an overnight achiever
Since (....？....) to non-believers, overnight
You can do what you wanna do
But it ain't gonna happen for you
Not overnight
Overnight, overnight, overnight
Overnight, overnight, overnight
Livin it up, this ain't no overnight shit
See (？) got a death wish
But do or die and snypaz, represent chi-town
Took a life and get lit up quick
Rain niggas got me doin this
Used to be on some sell ass shit
Or mail that bitch back home in a box
And leave no trail of this
Now won't witness this and this is
How's it's gonna fall
All of y'all gonna battle
Leave this life, all shells gon drop tonight
You say that you want a spot
Better they hit like the shit from rap-a-lot
So pack that glock or ak stops your clock, my straps get hot
Even though it's hot it ain't hot enough to stop this entourage
Rain, do or die, pick a piece snypaz, one big mob
Better stop that heart
Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin lexus cars
So flex that shit cause down in texas, everybody talks
Cause ain't gonna fall, overnight
I got an american dream of gettin out the ghetto
Runnin out they mails
About the loved ones that said they love me, but didn't care
Do roc scare？ with the fuckin niggas who groundin me
It's roc on the block, 45 glock cocked
Finna pop these niggas and they drop
I'm screamin more and more and more war
Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war)
I'm screamin more and more and more war
Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war)
A to the muthafuckin k
Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back
Uh, ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat
Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar
Point blank range, nigga i'm game, do anything
(..？..) , (..？..), hangin out the window
Me and my comrades take a nigga out his shoes
Rule number one, don't get it confused
I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t
Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me
Make 'em freeze
Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me
Infa, red, lights and bombs leave a bitch, a nigga his arms
Stay alarmed, vietnam, when i closed caskets
Pimp, lyrical tactics, shit look hectic
When i bomb a bad bitch
1997 niggas, and you can't do it overnight
(vocal breakdown)
14.Small Time
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin' rocks on the block, i'm never broke main
Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard
You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard (2x)
I gotta do what i gotta do in this game
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch
I went from rags to riches and i'm stackin' g's quick
Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga
I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga
I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up
Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up
Niggas wanna stick me for my g's and ki's
But believe i'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed
You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this
Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this
Can't stop what i'm ishin' out
I'm thugged out
Final real cormega shit, a drughouse
Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine
Niggas swell in this dope game
Check me out
I'm on a all night flight
Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me
Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me
Show me the money, it ain't funny
Want a twenty or a dime
See i'm a hustla on the grind
Can't do nothin' for five
Get out my face
This ain't the place
To run game on me homie
That five dollars that you shakin'
Can't change nothin' here homie
I saw some misses 'bout the riches
Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets
To them bitches who didn't get it, get it
Twist it, paper chasin'
On this bacon i'm makin'
All that plottin' and that fakin'
Got you dancin' wit satan
See you hatin' on a playa
Way too major for bustas
Bring the ruckus muthafuckas
If you think you can touch us
Get on the prime co's
Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4
Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions
While i'm small time dealin'
I'm just smugglin' chickens
Get my g's in position
I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen
Small time
I got a pocket full of stones
Where the fiends at
Got them big ol' boulders
That's where the g's at
Can't fuck wit rattin' ass hoes
A bitch don't need dat
And for you jackin' ass niggas
I'll have that heat yeah
I'm takin' 'em down
I'm beatin' that ass
I'm puttin that thang all in dey face
Comin' for my g's, nigga please
Bitch it's steady straight
Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend
Got it hot yeah in-between
If them popo's come and get me
Let me out, i'm doin' again
We low, kilo, everythang i worked fo'
Have my girl workin' that corner
Don't come up in this short, hoe
Never seen, you know what i mean
All about that crispy green
Have it sewed up from h-town back to new orleans
Murder murder if you play me short
Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard
Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it
And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it
They twirkin' it
15.Krunch Time
As i proceed to give your ass what ya need
A straight guerilla, that hit these niggas for the scrilla
The wig spliter, i cock this 44 revolver, the problem solver
Step and get wet, like saliva
Like pearl harbor, i bomb muthafuckas
Got a whole army, so bring it on muthafuckas
You gets no ends, fuckin with interface, nigga
Your facin death, cause it's a whole clique of killas
And cap peelas, niggas that don't give a fuck about they damn
self
You'll get your ass heated up, beat a nigga blue
And now we wanna get his crew, i take his whole crew
And i go through em like the flu
I finish niggas
Got more clan than menace niggas
I pull triggas, bring the pain to bitch niggas
And terrorize, and i could see it in they eyes
I capitalize, when it's down to krunch time, it's krunch time
Hoe's phase em all
Cause i'm mac like mall
But fuck a brawl, i beat a bitch to my hall
Country is hell, straight from the land of atl
Got a gang of dope, except i sell it from the shelf
A million sells, and now these muthafuckas jealous
Schemein and plottin, and then they asses smell rotten
Lost and forgotten, they shoulda known there ain't no stoppin
Niggas be floppin, releasin shit when i be droppin
Some try to copy, bullshit be sounding sloppy
But they can't get me, them niggas suck like a hickey
The rhyme sender, drop your shit and surrender
You're no contender, make niggas fall like november
In the fuckin rumble, you'll see the biggest nigga crumble
Tryin to tumble, i make the widest nigga humble
Big as mutumbo, stepped away for 44
Your ass is dying, goddamit, in krunch time, it's krunch time
I hope now you see, that can't nobody fuck with me
In this industry and in the f-a-c-e
The fuckin label, with straight guerillas in the stable
Hit ya like cable, ain't no muthafuckas able to stop my crew
Interface run shit, and if you niggas can't recognize
Your ass die quick
Bitch, you're askin to catch a casket
I'm so drastic, pullin the trigger back like elastic
And blasted your whole area, hoe i bury ya
For layin your mouth ahead of ya
I'm the predator, and you the prey
Nigga watch what you say, i keep this ak
So muthafucka make my day
There's no escapin from this full blooded ape and
You made a mistake-in, and now the beast has awakened
Time to take your life, nigga
You shoulda thought twice
Now your ass is mine, muthafucka, in krunch time, it's krunch
time
16.City Under Seige
17.Do What You Do
I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter
Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter
The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho
It ain't no in between such things as being neutral
We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed
Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it
We bleed it, a-k spray and nine milla
You fuckin with a killa for scrilla
Money wanna deala
Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out
Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out
We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge
And leave your body corpse parked at the travellodge
You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains
Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain
We stressed main, paper come up short
Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court
I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose
Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice
I one two, and slap the fuck outta you
So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do
You like to run shit
Do what you do
You fuck with powder bitch？
Hey yo, do what you do
You turn dyke too
Yeah, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
If you build a heist
Yo, do what you do
You like to talk the vice？
Do what you do
Speakin on my crew
Nigga, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
Me and two freaks in b-legit's back seat
F-u-c-k-i-n-g
I got clunkers, cuz you know big chuck like em plump
Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps
In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times
Kryptonite got me blowed cuz i hit it five times
I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla
Bitches just respect this nigga chuck and i'ma killa
Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor
Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river
And since i'm from the south these hoes showin me love
And b is from the west, he really don't give a fuck
Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose
Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice
One bitch said she like to eat pussy too
She looked at me, i said shit, bitch, do what you do
Bitch you like suckin dick？
Do what you do
Homie, you like to eat pussy？
Do what you do
Nigga you like bein broke？
Do what you do
Bitch you wanna fuck me, i wanna fuck you too
Nigga you like stealin cars？
Do what you do
Nigga you like bein 'hind bars？
Do what you do
Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit？
Do what you do
Nigga it's fuck bushwick, well fuck you too
18.Dog These Ho's
19.Boo Boo'n
20.You Owe Me
21.In My Blood
Verse 1：
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (i gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since i was little i been hangin' with these niggas
And till i die i gon remain with these niggas
St. paul in
The m-p-l-s, i hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now chris rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields nigga
These niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga
This a glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up nigga？
These sirenes start singing
It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the d into the m and the m into the g
And i bring the b-o-m-b-？
Nigga
Chorus
It's in my blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!
Verse 2：
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the a-raps headin'
Even when i sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
Stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we love money
I'm a nigga, he's a nigga,
Would you like to be a nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My niggas just flew in from ga
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to youngstown ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
And fuck with your mind
Nigga
Chorus
Verse 3：
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
Broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But i played it like i laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road i chose was
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
Bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not i was blind to the point,
Not even i could see, or that i could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and i
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, i was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And i was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what i love
It's in my blood
Chorus x2
22.Sleepin In My Nikes
23.Greed
24.Who Run This
25.Cocaine
26.All Night Long
27.Use Them Ho's
(devin and k.b. talking)
I know i shouldn't do this
But i can't help it
I'm a fiend
Lotion and magazines is what i'm left wit
I step witout my pride
To the toilet
And laced my palm wit honey and almond
But suddenly the phone rings
And it's k.b.
Pussy just came through
Some for him and some for me
Hell yeah, i'll be there to help you fuck 'em
Get 'em drunk, get 'em high
Pull they titties out and suck 'em
Don't rush 'em
We 'bout to fuck these hoes, man, no question
Just bring yo' ass on
Because they already buzzin'
And lovin'
My hospitality, i put it down
I got a quarter pound o' weed
And a big thing o' crown
Shit, my dick hard now
Just lookin' at these bitches
Wit these big soft asses and these nice round titties
While you gigglin'
You best to hurry yo' as the fuck up
I'm 'bout one second away
＞from crackin' this fuckface up
No need for rest haven these hoes
Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Let's me and you lay in these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made fo'
No need for us savin' theses hoes
Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Let's leave without payin' these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Man, just let 'em know i'm comin' in 'bout 25 minutes
And get they pussy ready 'cuz i'm finna dive in it
I hear 'em talkin' loud in the background, hollerin'
Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they pussy lips smilin'
These hoes wildin'
But still i got 'em under control
Impatiently, waitin' for some dick that's swole
They just some horny ass bitches that love to fuck
Tellin' me how they suck dick and swallow the nut
(they gobble it up？)
I thought i told ya 'bout one of these hoes
That put my foot inside her pussy
Then took it out and sucked my toes
Yo, don't forget to stop and get some fuckin' dunk 'ems
(what？) condoms, you forget dem nigga we got a problem
[devin}
That ain't no problem, man
You know we must cover our bones
Zoom zoom bust in the room
Get 'bout two and i'm gone
And as soon as i get there
I'm gonna spit some game to her
Get the pussy so quick
You think i already knew her
We 'bout to fuck these hoes
Finally, at last, devin showed up
And the first thing this muthafucka said was
What the fuck is this thick neck big bitch here
Man i shoulda bought a 16 ounce beer
Say big hoss you fucked over me dog
I thought we was cool
How in the hell we gonna get
These two big bitches in the pool
(ha ha ha) you fool
Stop trippin' and just take ya clothes off
'cuz all pussy feel the same when the lights go off
Man that's too much ？？
For just one fuck
And i'll pass
You can't even tell the difference
'tween they stomach and they ass
Stretch marks on they titties like a road map
Hoe slapped on some maybeline
But she keep her navel clean
And at least these hoes big and cute
Not big and fucked up
You den fucked a skinny, ugly ass hoe
So nigga what's up
Who give a fuck if you fuck these broads
Nobody knows
So just drank and smoke this dank
And let's fuck these hoes
Show 'em what they pussy made for (2x)
28.Menace Niggas Never Die
29.Homies And Thuggs
Verse 1：
Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And i'm driving to a place they're all warrin'
The lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
You can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makes music for the streets
Cause i love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
Cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose？
A motherfucker sitting on fat
He came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, i remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
Cause off in these streets i keep it real but what's right？
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck being a nigga in your army; though i'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
What i mean when i say i love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
And talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggas
(chorus x6)
This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)
Verse 2
'face, picture us working at mcdonald's
And me and you selling fucking toasted up (？)
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No limit soldiers to the fullest
See i was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto niggas can't be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everything i build
True to the ghetto that's my life
You see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
Cause i be dumping niggas off from new orleans to california
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see c in a suit and tie
But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
Chorus x6
Verse 3：
What do you get from boosting？
Niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
And all my niggas across the bay know l.a. keep the shit hot
I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance
To put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Until the day i die you catch a nigga high off weed the police
can't
Find me
My shit will drop and i'll sell five million
While all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug
dealing
How can i fall？ how can i ball, how can i catch my enemies and
murder
Them all？
My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain
Niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
We laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga
Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
M.o.b. and the leaf keep me weeded
Them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah
I party all night
I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways
'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause i'm the
man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this shit rough and raw my 45
Make sure that i survive to another day
To bust rhymes which from i get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead
But the shit away you can hear it playing, westside
Chorus x8
30.Warriors
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