Lyrics:
the house, the bigger the rock,
So corrupt and fucked, kids trying to stab their dad,
For beating on the kids, it's fucking sad,
Women trying to plot
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
And got it lock, takin over blocks wit loose rocks
Makin happen hops, bitch ass niggas that call cops
Scared of static, my 44 bustin straight through you
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
the one, I'm the one that got these niggas shook (phew)
Die by my respect, you disrespect, your life can get it took
Ain't no half-steppin', we gon' step
ain't even did commercials for Coca Cola
Start biting on the shock, watch what tough sold her
G, and they wonder why J.I. bragging
I done spit so much
California
Conversations 'til the sunrise
When you stop by, California
I don't wanna be the one that's left behind
I love the way you lie
I don't wanna be
thinking
'bout the next slide
Scope on this bitch so I
Think this a headshot
Damn, Turtle Piе, this a head hot
Donate a flatline to him, hе a dead guy
Yo
creepers
These fuck niggas can't keep up
Had to drag the Goyard when I re'd up
Had to drag the Goyard when I re'd up
Bunch of homies, them niggas'll J reid
know that spit
Real shit on their tracks? Two?
Nah, you gotta hit me wit that real shit
Or imma dip out with the J ayt
So whatchu got, watchu got nigga?
DRUMS OF CHELSEA (J.Keenan)
Farewell to the old country, fly west on the sunset sea
To the shores of New Sydney, to where the fortune waits for me
talking shit put the whip in rotation
Say he the plug but he dry like a raisin
Just like this beat he gon be in the E.R
That nigga dead his ass don't need
Hold up motherfucker why you tripping
See me in the corner I be sipping
Jameson in my left hand and I be puffing
With a j in my right hand and I be
If I don't make you well hidden loafer then my tribe
Won't lead most of they assume
Is what they mean to me
Just the thought of me bein dead
Was
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, nigga
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
My life, my family, they hate me
on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads)
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,
on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads)
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,
eye, before they burn me up
Two to the head, but it ain't that simple why yall can't turn me up dead
Best believe retaliation is a must, I'ma bust with
with resistance
They'll give ya crazy lucci but control all the tools
So consumer fools will play by their rules
The fools the fools the fools, Pearse
like you
To undermine it all, it's a bill of snake oil
I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky
Roots? schmoots! you should know by
Blasi blah blah blasi blah blah blasi blah [X6]
[Chorus]
J to the I to the V to the E to the
T to the A to the L to the K (with "blase blah's" in
scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques
Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th
Before
the J, hopin to make a getaway
and I see the same two cops on me yo, these niggaz ain't playin
Bumped an old lady, think I knocked her old ass down
on surrounding roofs
Traffic blocked off by SWAT troops
Evacuate the people inside
Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's dead
I just want to speak my mind
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