Lyrics:
watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats
love
Shouts to the W's, SWANS, LANES and A.P.B.'s
FIVE LINE BOUNTY HUNTERS, B.P.S. and the I.N.G.'s
?? I can't forget about the CRENSHAW MAFIOSOS
And all
Yo
See I ain't tryna be that guy that waits
That takes his time I'm tryna say that
I got places need to be
The man that makes it see my g
This ain't
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
leave em behind and get low
Got my hands on her thigh, She could tell by the look in my eyes
I ain't no regular guy, this ain't no regular vibe
Ima boss
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
[Featuring Johnny P]
Verse One: Belo
Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Song
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us
And a undercover G, ahh, our plates is
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
them what a different scene
Picture me never out on the street
With three of my G's spending millions of P's
Believe me bro I will be up there
With
Outro
Damn this shit hard bruh
Fuck!
One more roll and I’m done man...
Yes sir!
(Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
Manaman ain't waste
Man'a got ambition, I tell a sound-boy listen
Don't clash if you can't take on this years
Step down man originate like the get down
Yeah, warm up man know when I step in
I'm bound to get Shelly
Oi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
I'm ready when you're ready
I be swaying in the booth
I
head send him to the under land
Just like the reaper man
This 5p crackling thunder man
Huh yeh yeh
Nigga she bad as she wanna be
As she wanna be
Nigga
and Dr. Dre is at the do???/ It???s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see???
2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
talking)
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Man stop this shit man who playing this shit man?
Putting some of that dirty dirty on nigga!
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Check this out playa
These niggas be quick to check another playa
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin' with?
yea
(I’m in my bag)
Doctor Leaf Dom K run that check up
(Run that check up)
Lean into that p**** like a double cup
(Double Cup)
Cause Everything thing
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us
And a undercover G, ahh, our plates is
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