Lyrics:
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by
bitten so stop it
Type shit that can't be re-written on copy
By kinko, kodak, fuji films
Kin-folk know that groovy hymns
Spit by him'll put the gospel
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
[Lil Wayne]
What?!
What?!!
Look?
Okay, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, straight like that
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
raw uncut
Turn them headphones up
No doubt son
No problem
Creepin' it though baby
It's gangsta
The truth gonna come to the level
[Havoc]
Yo
As this
snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go
Scream my name, scream my name
Scream my name, scream my name.
in the club doin' my thang,
At the bar just sippin a drink,
You walked by in tight ass
Creepin' it though, baby
It's gangsta, the truth gonna come to the level
Yo, as this blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped
Aha aha
Kriso Gaca
Steel Banging
Skurw*
To ten West Coast skurwielu który gramy tu od lat
Zbyt wielu playerów byś zapomniał o nas brat
P do N gra
give me fist
Break it down like the spliff
In the beginning of a cypher
When my pop was up state
Had me talking to the lifers
I'll grip you by ya neck
of Soul Train
Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train
I do gangsta music, FUCK Soul Train!
All blacks got is BET
Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV
clothes?
You makin' it hard for me, I won't lie
But just 'cause you got options, don't mean I won't try
I sit in the mirror and let time pass by
'Cause
Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood
Bitch, I don't see y'all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
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