Lyrics:
Its on and once again I come to you wit rough shit
Game to bust shit when mutha fuckers wanna fuck wit
The mastermind will bring it once I seen it
ELEVATE
CALI LIFE RIGHT BY THE BEACH
WHERE WE CAN MEDITATE
BREAK BREAD WITH OTHER OG'S
REAL NI--- INNOVATE GET EM UP
I DONT CARE WHAT YOU HEARD
know why
I let this shit take me by surprise
I should’ve known better babe
Had thoughts of forever babe
But I should’ve remembered
That you a mutha
paid
Now fuck someday
Blocks of the chalk
And a spoon full of H (aye)
Stay with more choppers
Than the mutha fuckin HA's
True call up deuce like
I see P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin' tock
Nigga the click from
high
Don't give a mutha f*** you think blazing on the daily dumb this shit I'm
Smoking on is dumb that why
I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking
and roughed me up
With nary a care
You may think you're special
Cause you got me all shackled and bound.
'But I swear by all unholy
I'm gonna stomp this mutha
mutha fuckas just turn into cowards
Imma get to cutting up start to acting like I'm bowser
Willing and able ready to do what it takes ready to do what i
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by
I like dead life this murder living
Giving wicked to the music that we listen
All day all night turn it up dead wake
By the bloody moonlight i like
1 time, bitch
Judged By 12, never carried by six
It's a mutha fuckin' crime the way I grabbed the mic and aired this bitch
Deleting the competition
[Travis]
Travie! (Uh-oh)
Pete, thought I told you
What up, Hemmy? I see you!
I've had the world at arm's length from the get-go
This ain't an arms
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
(intro)
[crunchy black]
Aw yeah, we fittin' to get into some shit called stayin' real
It's one mutha-fuckin' thing to be real
But it's another
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
heard me
I'm a soufside nigga from the A
You can call me TwAn J
A.kA mutha fuckin FAH
Mutha fuckin FAH
You can call me TwAn J
Waking up, praying up
Aynt
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say "here mutha fucka hold dis" (oh No)
look here da murda show
the sequence beginz wit freaks
sometimes
i wake up in the mornin' and i smoke to my mutha' fucken
self guess what i seen
last night? STARS!! i seen stars man im starten to
smell like
(bad mutha)
[verse 1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half
I'm not a legend, I'm real
Pick it up pick it up
What the fuck fuck
Pick it up up up
What the fuck's up
Hello mutha' fuckas' it's Nickiecz
I know a lot of y'all haven't heard of me
Ambien's in my travel bag
Fiji water, first class, destination France
Fascinated by my watch hypnotic trance
We on the coast jetskiing with exotic
Mid-West, up North, down
South in California
So if you got your chrome, you need to stay in the zone
And get a vest for your mutha fuckin dome
'Cause
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