Lyrics:
decon
Power steerin', lost the handle in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat, high pursuit by the precinct
My co-defendant turned stake and let the beast in
hospital eyes
I hope you're riding the rails
As I go scraping the skies
And cut away from the crowd
For a familiar street
Where I'm becoming the man
I said
on the way
It was just the four of us uptown corners
Peabody street venturing off Georgia
I never hugged no corner
That is not an ice-cream
Truck that's
chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count
honestly, nigga, I'm a G
Follow these streets scholarly, all would I do for this loot
Figure courage be piling the change upon us
To slaughter it, yeah,
and that, come on mayn
Get your shit together
For real see me in these streets nigga
Asshole By nature ha ha
You niggas be tripping me out mayn
That's what
and jam Public Enemy
And let the O.G. Ice-T kick a rhyme that'll mold ya
And go out like a soldier...
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
of the street
Any little thing I make ya taste, any little thing ya get beat
You gon' respect the B.G., or I'll punch ya in your nose
You gon' respect the B.G
Renting houses by the beach
Niggas can’t keep up
It’s something playa every week
Come and you can see
Motivation for the streets
I been tryna keep the peace
Gangsta over here, bitch left over right
I come from a place where ya dawg take ya life
Get set up by ya bitch just cuz y'all got to fightin
When you young
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
te
Faire un truc on a des pensés d'attardés
Trop de blablabla mais 13 blo ça
C'est mon équipe mon frère
Comme blablacar pour un drive-by appelle
Mon
clothes, you got no friends
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs
Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's
city full of dope fiends
Like K say, is there a better place for a G
Now let my people go free, to Penitentiary
For all my motherfucking, soldiers
Aint none of this nothing to me
I gotta couple of g's to blow
I got it flooded the streets
Gt real niggas look up to me
Im wit it so nothing aint
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
speak unless specifically named
Recognize
Flows, beats and notes
Wordplay verse stay packed with metaphors
Incredible
Soul speak in megaphones
While my
Crucified
A legendary poetic mercenary writing music on these streets
Crucified
The virgin Mary forever there to save me from the mucus of the beast
drown
Chorus
(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real G's close to me
He's (?)
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take
This time I felt different as I spoke to myself
Self note to self never give up hope in yourself
Helps on the way it's always been right inside
soldier
reload smoke ya
Electricity told ya
My moms not shocked by holsters
Nor the chinky eyed cheeba chicken hawk
We smokin that Al Roker
Froze up as I
if ya wanna ride with me
Cause we bangin' on the streets, D.P.G. bang
[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali
Illuminati
Krept, Tally, deep within the streets, miss him
G, listen, I eat riddims, I'll keep spinning
Sneak dissing, keep digging, I'll Meek Mill him
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