1.Intro Skit
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2.What The F＊＊＊
3.Thug Poetry
(intro)
Yeah nigga
Game from the mind of some real motherfuckin' thugs (thugs)
Fetty chico up in this biaatch (biaatch)
Bloow !! (blooow)
(chorus) 2x
You wouldn't believe all the shit i see
(just a thug yes i'm only a thug)
That's why i spit this thug poetry
(walks like a thug talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug put it down like a thug
(spice 1)
Release me to the belly of the beast
The jungle made of concrete
Real niggas die in they sleep
The strong prey on the weak
We gets down from dusk til dawn
Like quentin tarantino shakin' niggas up
In the neck like (joe) pesci in 'casino'
Fetty chico bailin' in buckets with bullet holes
Caught up in drug wars
Use current from cargos
Too much drama in my past time (past time)
I swore when i got outta jail it was my last time (last time)
Fuck one-time (hahahaha)
Pants saggin' twisted up with the braids
Leave the house 3 in the mornin 'fore the drug unit raid
Get out the cemetery visit my soldiers up in the grave
Tell 'em i miss the times when we used to get paid
Though i'm thugging without ya
Nigga i ain't forgot about ya
Daily weapin' on some mobstyle shit ？？
And when survival is goin' around
Called the 'thug disease'
Gettin' niggas like rats trapped in murder for cheese
It's thug poetry
(chorus) 2x
I'm just a thug (thug) yes i'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama i see
That's why i spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)
(saafir)
Ay, wassup
This is saafir, mayn, check this out
Imma tell you like this here, mayn
These thug niggas, mayn
Look, let me lace you with like thug poetry
But now, i'm a rider though
So imma keep it mackish just lead me to it
Cause it's easy to do it but it gotta be fluent
Ohh shit this is bangin
Hangin' niggas with the microphone cord
That's my job without a rope (no)
Without a motherfuckin' joke (don't laugh)
Nigga i'm clean as fuck without soap
Keep my poetry like 'get out hoe' (get out hoe)
Bustin' like a .44, mr. motherfuckin' no-no from that hobo
Junction is the westbound campaign
When i'm away from the camp, mayn
Rollin' solo but stay loaded with slugs
Cause ain't no love hoe don't wear no diamond-studded glove
That superstar shit we'll get your ass put underground
Super-far trick (quick)
Like you fake ass niggas on some superhard shit
But never murdered
I'm a player that get braided up from the pussy
And never squirted (never)
That's game i hope you heard it
Cause i'm on a mad point nigga
Spice ＊weezy＊ serve it with some thug poetry
(chorus) 2x
I'm just a thug (thug) yes i'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama i see
That's why i spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)
(spice 1)
I smash on niggas pullin' triggers
We leave 'em stressed
Never leavin' home without the medal plate in my vest
This is westside livin' (livin')
Hangin' out with the unforgiven
Different murders under they belt but ain't nobody here trippin'
We're all felons in this motherfucker
Dodgin' 3 strikes (strikes)
Niggas smokin' on that chronic weed leaf northern lights
Reminisce of the dead (dead)
Pourin' out a little liquor (liquor)
Got me drunk and passed out
With my fingers still on the trigger (trigger)
Havin' nightmares of killers tryin' to take off my dome (dome)
Wake up shookin' at bad dreams, is my sanity gone (gone)
I'm looking for a piece of my mind there was torn
When my homie stopped breathin' and died up in my arms
Thug poetry
(chorus)
I'm a thug yes i'm only a thug
Walks like a thug talks like a thug
I'm just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Bust like a thug cuss like a thug
Just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Smoke like a thug chokes like a thug
I'm just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Ride like a thug slide like a thug
Just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Blast like a thug smash like a thug
Just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Drink like a thug fuck like a thug
Hahahaha
Aahahhah
Aahahaahahaa
Fetty chico shiznilty
Aahahhah
Ebonic sleezie
Aahahhah
You know, you kneezie
Aahahhah
Rick reezie
Bi-ayy-iiitch (bi-ayy-iiitch)
Bloow !! (bloow)
4.Suckas Do What They Can(Real Playaz)
Spice 1
Too $hort, yup
Said i'm a real playa, yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa...
Whoever try to buy a new benz, spend money on your friends
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, i'm a hustler
For the last 12 years i could never get enough of
That cash, i keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it？ a big pile of green shit？
When i spend it, bitch, i'm the man
I do what i want, suckers do what they can
That's why i moved to the a, straight from the bay
I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway
And if you don't like it, i don't give a fuck
I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up
Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid
If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day
When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks
Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes
Short dog in the house
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (what they can do)
Real playaz do what they want to
(yeah, real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(real playaz, ha-ha-ha)
Real playaz do what they want to
(short dog)
Suckaz do what they can
(yukmouth) (yukmeezy) (thugged out) (fo' sheezy)
Real playaz do what they want to
Real thugz gon' hustlin
Hop in the ranger rover, mob, thrustin this out my car
Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
Havin m幯age-？trois, x-ed out on the celly with todd
'short dog, what's up？' he told me roger troutman passed
I hollered, my shit about to crash
Copped a block of hash, an ounce of grass
Damn! poppin crystal, poured me a glass
Then poured the whole rest of the bottle out on the flo' for yo'
ass
This's for my nigga roger, the godfather of futuristic funk
Here's the ganja, get it crunk
Twist the skunk, hit it once
And keep that shit movin and
Thug niggas do what they want to, and busta niggas do what
you're doin
I went from rags to riches, bagged bitches, jags and 6's
To droppin a solo album that's sellin more than the last shit
did
I got the streets and ave's addicted
？？？ swiss accounts, drunk as fuck in the stretch narrow
strippers
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(real playaz)
Real playaz do what they want to
(plow!)
No time for strugglin
(ha-ha-ha-ha, thugged out, fool)
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(check it out, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(plow!)
Real thugz gon' hustlin
I've come from more bounce to the ounce to short dog and roger
troutman
Yukmouth, we thugged out for the money and all the power
Real niggas do what they want to, suckers do what the fuck they
can
Self-ma-made-mu-muthafuckin-man
Poppin my collar, li-livin the hustler's dream
Ballers fiend for cream, pockets bust out the seams
Franklin and grant is my dogs, i die for em
(die for em) c-cry, lie, ride for em (ride for em)
Nigga, i know you heard it through the grapevine
I was out here doin it way too live
Doin way too much, i'm tryin to touch 40 million bucks
And flip a jet with some ？？？, about 14
Flop through your hood, bumpin this shit, smokin sticky green
Thugs be hustlin, muggin and puttin muscle in
No time for strugglin, keep your mind on bubblin
You can't see me through websites, but i still got 'computer
love'
For my nigga roger troutman, cause he was ridin with real thugs
Nigga
Real playaz do what they want to
(immortalized)
Suckaz do what they can
(real thugs)
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(westside, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(immortalized)
Suckaz do what they can
(for life
Check it out, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(plow!)
Real thugz gon' hustlin
(westside)
Real playaz
(immortalized)
Real playaz
Real playaz
Baby, baby, baby
Ooh yeah
Spice 1's a real playa, baby
Yeeeaaah
You gotta keep on
Don't you know
Don't you know you better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You know you got to be...
Yeah
Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
Spice 1 gon' tell you how it's really goin' down
Yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa
Playa...
5.U Can't Fade Me Skit
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6.U Can't Fade Me
original
lyrics：ice cube
Drop a old school beat
Ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Plow!
Now the taste of crystal is fillin up my bladder
What's the time on the rolie？ it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers i was tryin to sort
To make a long story short：
Ran into this girl named sally
Knew her from the backseat of my homeboy's navi
She said what's up, yeah, what's the deal？
Check the nappy weave, of course it ain't real
Then i looked down, she was fat in the front
I asked how long, she said, 'about 6 months'
'oh, how time flies when you're havin fun'
She said, 'yeah, but the damage is done'
'where you been？' 'on a little vacation'
'oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man？' she said, 'i got him on file'
Then she said, 'it's spice 1', and smiled
I dropped my stout, then everything went blank
'had a baby by you, the neighborhood skank？'
She said, 'yeah, don't you remember that day？'
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then i said, 'damn, are you sure it's mine？
My homies did the soultrain on ya plenty of times'
She said, 'that day, nah, i was whorin
And your ass is mine', that's when the sweat started pourin
Cause all i seen was spice 1 up in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then i thought deep about givin up the fetti
What i need to do is kick the bitch in the belly
Nah, cause then i'd really be faded
That's murder one, cause it was premeditated
What should i do？ kidnap the bitch and flee？
How many months left？ damn, only 3
I'm gettin faded
Goddamn, what the fuck i done got myself into？
This shit is dense
Damn, i'm gettin faded
Muthafuckas tryin to take my driver's license and shit
Bitch, you can't fade me
This bitch got a grip on my muthafuckin nuts, mayn
Damn, i'm gettin faded
But you know？
I ain't finna go out
It's crazy, because before i could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge to try to creep with her
See, the booty in the front was all in place
But the girl had a pitbull face
So i ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid
Oh lord, god forbid
The homies see me at the hotel
Cause i know they would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows you're nasty
Elbows and knees and feet was hella ashy
So hold the big fat butt steady
Cause yo, bitch, i got the three rubbers ready
She started gruntin and squeelin like a wild bore
I hit the ass from cali to singapore
I dropped her off, man, and now i'm knowin
That i'ma hate myself in the mornin
I got drunk to help me forget
Damn, another day, another hit
Shit, i'm gettin faded
No cigars, nigga
Damn, you can't fade me
You better fire up a muthafuckin blunt and get some hen-dog
9 months later she's ready to drop the load
And all the partners in the hood already know
That it's 'posed to be mine, and they laughin at me
You know spice 1 can't be havin that, gee
Thinkin to myself： why did i bang her？
Now i'm in the closet lookin for the hanger
They won't shut up, i'm gettin fed up
Cause i know, you're tryin to break me
And if i find out you're tryin to fade me
I'ma clock yo ass with my shoe
Beat you down and leave a crown or two
That night she went into labor
And the shit is gettin kinda major
The baby came out, damn, it was a lifesaver
Lookin like my next-door neighbor
She said it was mine, that was her best guess
But let's check the results of the blood test
I started smilin, yeah, cause it read 'negative'
Damn, why did i let her live？
After that i shoula got the gat
And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap
But no, i just told the hoe who laid me
'excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't fade me'
Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that
A nigga like me ain't finna go for the okey-doke
The bitch out here thinkin she get a muthafucka for his cash and
shit
Playin a muthafucka for some type of bitch-ass nigga
But you know what？
Before i go for the okey-doke, hoe
I'ma let the pistol smoke
And that's real
The bitch tryin to fade me
7.Club Skit
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8.Can I Hit It？
I peep your thighs when i look in the car
Baby, you ain't got to be on my shoulder to be a star
Ain't a trick honey, cuz tricks is for pimps and hoes
Just want to get you in the bathroom and take off your clothes
Throw that ass on the seat like ？？？ and me alone
Havin' sweaty sex, feelin' breasts with lex on
Do it in the brome with diamond links and chrome
Just call me on the phone and let me know it's on
So sexy when i seen ya, want to hit it right there
Picture myself fuckin the pretty curls out your hair
Me and you buckin naked, no panties, no one to wear
Doin' thug dancin and ？？？ like fred astaire
Wanna do it to ya till ya can't taste no more
On the edge of the bed about to fall on the floor
Shift to high speeds than i hit it real slow
Spark up the indo, said baby give me some more
Can i hit it tonight？
Chorus
I got the ？？？ in the crysty
And all you gotta do is come kiss me
And if you diss me, honey that's all right
My thug game is still tight
Just trying to see if i can hit a little something tonight
I see the pressure, you want to make a move but you won't
I know what you thinking, i'm thinkin' something is wrong
Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh？
Turn off the lights and give me a back rub, huh
Got my mind twisted up, i know what's crackin
In the tub, bubble bath, kinky sex and laughin'
Keep my heat on the seat of the toilet, you think it's funny
Giggling when i'm slappin that ass, countin' more money
You know i love you girl
I could set a cup on your booty and it'll hold
Mob style, livin' them thugged out dreams
Baby i'm a rider and i'm into some things
But i ain't goin into detail honey, just call me on it
My partners might call me on the phone in the morning
Won't wake you up before i go...go, oh no
Up early whippin' birdies that don't chirp to get my cash flow
Don't take it personal, it's all love
Let's do it around the house all night and smoke bud
Put some ice on your belly button, lickin' it off
I'm tatted up, thugged out, your body warm and soft
Can i hit it tonight？
Chorus
I shove my thug love deep inside, watch you react
Sexy as hell, diggin your nails deep in my back
Can i hit it？ let's play a little hide and go get it
Smell your perfume through the rooms of the house, come wid it
On the back of the sofa, got me bendin' ya over
Rug burns on me knees
Got my brim on your head with a cigar in your mouth
Trying to act like me, trying to be thugged out
Like coffee skin tone remind me of pancakes
Dancin' on the kitchen table, got me watchin' and shakin'
You was waitin' at the house with a t-shirt and your panties on
We thuggin in a six, hold on it won't be long
Break the bed, bangin' bodies like two bloods and crips
Got your hand on my thigh while i'm grippin' your hips
Call the po-pos cause it's a crime what i do to your body
Lost in ecstacy, bombed out, doin' the naughty
Can i hit it？
9.High Powered
(intro)：
Yeah, this is speezie ace black bossalinie
Fetty chico, shiznilty
I just wanna say i got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
(verse 1)：
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams
My squad like the s.w.a.t. team
Security areas scopin' i'm with the fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
Money is power rather die like a soldier than
Live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real hits？
How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill with？
Haters be actin' like the game is gone
But they ain't open they eyes
I've been spendin' dead presidents since they was alive
It's like newport to g.p.c.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep
We yay deep like a shark i pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some thug (shhhh...)
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches thugs ain't your average
Marks just give up all they cabbage
See the big fish eat up the guppies
It's like real big dogs to little pound puppies
.22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got 'em curious
But my style was a problem child
Robbin' banks when i was juvenile
I told my p.o. (parole officer) i wouldn't give him no drama
But if they try to take my life i'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl the world is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her
High powered
(chorus)：
High-high-high-high-high
(skit over chorus)：
[...yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball
Natural born riders
From the womb to the tomb
We're real about this
We at this
Immortalized, high powered for life
We don't die we multiply
Thugs - energized like them batteries
Ball for this moblife, move with thugs...]
(verse 2)：
My life is all women and money
But the money come over women
I'm a worldwide self-made mob figure
Ain't no room for suckers duckin' the undercovers
Keep my strap on the side for the others who hate to love us
Wanna be us, but they can't see us
＞from a womb to the tomb i'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a world of yea-dealers
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor
Hit the front page of st. louis time's
High speed'n westside patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the atf all on my jock
We gotta duck see i'm callin' 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalinie, fetty chico, shiznilty, ebonic slang
Sported a rim since a b.g. original bossalinie
I'm tatted up thugged out bulletproofed wearin' a beanie
Where the westside at？
Where the eastside at？
Where the north where the south where the westside at？
We're .50 caliber players mo' fools is .22's
Murder next to my marrow killin' up streets with the blues
Bossalinie, fetty chico, been around since '89
Steady .9-technism thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the killa kali westside
Where we ridin' for cash, i'm high powered
(chorus)：
High-high-high-high-high
(skit over chorus)
[...they ain't gon win, they can't win
We're ridin' for ever, they can't win
Patna, you just can't win
We're high powered
You ain't nuthin but high coward
It's 1999, peep speezie ace black bossalinie
Fetty chico, shiznilty
Immortalized
Blaooooooooow !!!!!.......................]
(chorus til end)
Powered...
High-high-high-high-high
Powered...
10.Killerfornia
(intro)：
Killa-forni-a
Biaaatch !!
Hustlers,players,gangstas,ballers,pimps,players
All of those shit, i see all that shit
You know, killerfornia
Blooow !!
Bloooooow !!
(verse 1)：
I'm hell-bound
Niggas wanna kill me in my sleep in killerfornia
Where the murderers be ambitious to creep
And leave you six feet
Sleep with the sharks in the bay
I'm out the yea where they back up shit they talk with ak's
Niggas in l.a. trigger fingers itchy to spray
Call it the golden state
But niggas be rich off the game
You get your cash on the crips and bloods be bangin'
Nigga get your mash on dre-lock them uzi we sayin'
Leavin your brains hangin'
You'll get caught up in the cross fire
Cause you'll be dog meat
Lose your life in the jungle
Niggas is savages
Thugged out and it's hard to be humble
When niggas ride up gaffle your shit
And then leave you tired up
Money and murder i pop a sherm stick
Niggas tend to bring the drama
When i bury your dick
But i'm hardcore
Ready to kill shit up and war
Wonder what else this motherfuckin' state got in store
(chorus)
So much drama in northern california
＊cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by＊
Such a scandalous day but i love the place
＊that's why i duck when they fly by＊
So much drama in southern california
＊cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by＊
Such a scandalous place had ya smilin' your face
＊that's why i duck when they fly by＊
(verse 2)：
From sacramento to san diego
From compton to the oakland city
Loc'ed up and thugged out
Killer's ready to ride with me
Stackin caps player pieces
Rolexes and saggy pants
Poppin' collars drunk as hell off hennesey
Smokin' up grams as ounces
Weed or straight up chronic (chronic)
Niggas still out to get paid
Fuck the world i wanna die high
It's sunshine in killa kali
But still the bullets fly
Palm trees and sandy beaches
But niggas stay strapped with heaters
Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us
500's and lexi coupes
Niggas roll up with they troops
Ballers be flashin' loot (flashin' loot)
If you gon jack that nigga be ready to shoot
And bring the pain (pain)
Cause it ain't no comin' back in killerfornia
Fuck with the wrong niggas they turn and blast on ya
Dump executional style and leave your ass goner
Still do my dirt all by my motherfuckin' lone in killerfornia
Chorus
(verse 3)：
No self-defense laws
Bullet proof vests is illegal
But you can go to the gun sto'
And purchase yourself a desert eagle
All of my homies is felons
Some even died in my face
Some niggas still ridin' around
With a whole trunk full of yea
Frisco to fresno niggas do dirt
And ride with their head low
Indictments on mobstyle tactic murder for cash flow
Cause jail bars
Gangstas and ghetto stars
Niggas don't give a fuck
Bullet wounds and stab scars
Hell of players and pimps
Hustlers and gangstas with limps
Snitches that disappeared into thin motherfuckin' air
Haters be dreamin'
Schemin to catch ya slippin'
Just to get to dippin' after midnight ak's spittin'
See the fire from the barrel
Standin' down the block i got a flock
Of desert eagle fifty cal.(iber) shots
Can't let these sucka ass niggas put one in my dome
When i'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own
In killerfornia
Chorus
11.News Flash(Skit)
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12.Gone With The Wind
Intro：
＊coughing＊ damn!
Standing here brings back a gang of memories, man
Sitting on this old block
All the violence and drugs you know
But i lived through it
Get this shit on, yeah nigga, you and them
Motherfuckers
Rest in player pieces my niggas
Blaaow!
Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
I can't go clubbing because i'm thugging with some g's for real
I see some niggas at the party, then i'm subject to kill
Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up that's why i dumped on they ass
I had a homey named oney' now he's r.i.p
Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's
I don't know why they fuck did it, niggas plotting and scheme
That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's dream
Because see i'm losing it. i can't take it. i miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, makaveli. he's been dead for two years
Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, amn i could've been dead, a couple times'
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed when i sleep
Stash my glock under my pillow, twenty gauge by my feet
Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
For my homies dead and gone in the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Chorus：
Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the hen
Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
On my homies dead, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
(2x)
Too many niggas smile in my face and back stab
I'm left throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving bitches obsessed with this mob shit
Niggas thinking they moving
And bailing out the cut with the quickness
Suckers be blind to this real shit, we bring the pain
Bossalini, fetty chico, shiznilti still in the game
Immortalized forever, having my homies up in the grave
Thinking back on when i used to drank yac in my younger days
Bust the twelve gauge shotty, too young to buy liquor
Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures
Living life on a razor; cars, money and bitches
Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes in a milli's
We go to war il they feel us, bury they ass on the realest
(not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla
Niggas dying on the frontline
Spending most of they life ducking the one time, no sunshine
In the world of sin, from the gutter to the pen
Got me swimming in the game with a brim on my shark's fin
Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
For my homies dead and gone in the wind
Gone with the wind
Chorus
I ain't no bitch but if you bone me i'm coming
Running double trying to murder something
Eyes red and heart pumping
Serving niggas out the back of the caddy
Hitting corners,
Ain't no love for you snitch ass niggas in california
Ducking suckers and shady bitches, scheming to gaffle riches
Niggas living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close
Nigga (？) dreams died back in '94
Suckers laid down my homey, i just had to get off
Can't be acting like no bitch nigga, because war is raw
They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
Too many real niggas put to death by the hand of the gun
Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
On my homies dead and gone in the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Chorus (3x)
13.Too Deep In The Game
livin in a world harcore,
Niggaz be dumpin on them foes,
Catching cases highspeed chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything,
Cuz i aint all the world seem,
Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
Times are savage,
Hardcore playaz aint your average,
Trunk full of triple beams,
And the schemes of cream and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug
nation.
Try to scalp all fuck half the world i want it all!
But im bustin at u niggaz,
With my back against the wall.
Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You never really really know the game,
Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed,
Chorus
Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a needle in my vain,
Eatch injecting the game,
Tired all thugged out,
Fuck the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen mother fucker,
Cuz we too deep in the game.
Verse 2
Its time to make it happen get paid,
Its that nigga s y a s k,
Tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers they slangin all day.
Until the players rock and get paid,
Like on the ground face down, break yourslf,
Dont fuck around, and get sprayed,
？？？？？？？？？？？ paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin fakers with the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to their faces,
I told my family as soon as i get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the border
Like hard ？ standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free across the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back floating across the ocean.
Like the black lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack,
Back for opportunities,
Cuz our niggas sees is scratched,
Playing for keeps,
Addicted to getting it for quitting it,
Like the junkies hop fiends,
Chorus：
Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a needle in my vain,
Eatch injecting the game,
Tired all thugged out,
Fuck the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen mother fucker,
Cuz we too deep in the game.
Verse 3
U sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough,
Roll a hummer for the summer,
Rad katty in the fall,
Keep my mind on my money,
Platinum plats on the wall,
U niggaz know i wont be fucking around,
Im bout the cash,
And i hope u know im all about action,
And down to blast,
What the fuck u think,
My homies are killas and drug dealers,
Use pills for sinuses,
Crash homes and dome niggaz,
Break bones and stoned niggaz.
Where u had to be ？？？
Got gome ？？？ niggaz getting toed out,
Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up.
On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed.
Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz
City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are
killas,
But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz,
Chorus.
14.Make Sure They Bleed
Spoken intro：
(smoking ＆ coughing)
God damn!
This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead
This goes out to my nigga makaveli
I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli
Rest in playa pieces
Niggas die...daily
Verse 1：
Live the murderous lifestyle
Seeing niggas get smothered
With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga
Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas
Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed
Avenge me if i die by my enemies
Make sure they bleed
Put their faces on the front page
Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12
gauge
And tell 'em bossalini called the shots
Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie
pac
Locked up my nigga major pain
Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas
brain
You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped
I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back
I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't real
Drunk and shootin' at niggas that i done already killed
Chorus：
Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why
Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why
Make sure they bleed
Make sure they bleed
If i die by my enemies make sure they bleed
Verse 2：
Should they speak on a soldier when he dead
Cause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your
muthafuckin weed
Splittin
Get your money while you still on this earth
Born sinnin' from birth
Black hearses cursing the turf
Carrying dead bodies to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam
(spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's vietnam
Keep your killa partners with you but don't keep them too close
Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost
And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of
holes
Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes
Who really knows？
It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping
And i'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open
The only real drama is two guns smokin'
Chorus
Verse 3：
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug
disease
Felonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's
？？？ we all around
When it comes to the root of the evil we all down
Thugs crying with tears made a cop ？？？
Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower
Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'？
Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'？
Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their
lights on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily
All the o.g. niggas giving game to thug babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone
Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for your dome
Chorus
15.Ride Fo' Mine
16.Street Skit
.
17.Immortalized
18.F＊＊＊ The World
19.Droopy Skit
.
21.Ride Wit Me
(chorus) 2x
Baby come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If i die up in this drama
Would you ride for me？
You can be like bonnie and clyde with me
(verse 1)：
Fuckin' on the hood of my benz
Robbin' some of your old boyfriends (boyfriends)
Dressed in black like twins (like twins)
You sexy i'm saggin' (saggin')
Bitch put this clip in your purse (your purse)
Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt)
These niggas think you won't ride (won't ride)
Comin' with the element of surprise
I be hidin' in back up the trunk
Leave it half unlock so i can dump
Muthafucka
These bitch niggas play hoe games (hoe games)
But the shit gon stop today
Cause i'ma take this ak (ak)
Stick a glock in your lingerie
And we gon handle this shit like g's , bitch (biaatch!)
You can distract 'em with your cleavage
(you know i'm sayin' hahaha)
Kick on back with spice 1 (spice 1)
Baby, you can ride shotgun (shotgun)
Little rings around your titty-nipples
While i'm puffin' on my blunt (my blunt)
Just some gangsta shit that i do (i do)
When i ride with me and you (me and you)
We alone in the middle of the night
Rubbin' my .44 between your thighs
You ain't scared it's the thug in me
Got your lips on my neck and you're huggin' me
Tinted bulletproof window so they can't see
Just a down-ass bitch and a hard-ass g
Hahaahaahha
(chorus)：
(verse 2)：
Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof
Yellin' ： 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe)
Baby come and go on this lick with me
Born killers like 'mickey' and 'malorie'
You in love with a fugitive
Po-po lookin' for me where i used to live
Ain't got no more jail time to give
B-a-b-a bomb first my prerogative
When i see your g-string in a hot tub
Clips and gats all around makin' hot love
And you're always down for a lil' sex , money and murder
Laids up with a reload the gun won't me to serve ya
Got you lost in a thug world
Fully loaded magazine playin' with your pearl
Crystal kinda ？？ by the pool-side
Got two twin-glocks ： hers and his nines
Other hoes is fakin' you're the realest
When it come to nanana you got the illest
Got a nigga hittin' switches in the king-size
Me and you get dressed and goin' hoo-ride
That's how we do it
Some haters ？？？？？
Me and my bitch got you mark-ass niggas scared
If you don't comin' with the money she gon empty lead
Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half-head
(chorus)：
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