Fuckers out here rapping for protection.
I'm exposed your ass bitch
See me any motherfucking streets
Faggots
Gangsta
Well
Yeah, right
Look out we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North got lovers down South Cause we blinded
And we don't trip the big diamonds We
mainly focus on the old schools with big
blocks And I been around the world in one day
Chalking up the dudes for S.A.
I'm a hood cat
And desperate search to meet your hood rat
With good cats something beautiful to look
at for sure I kick up all my niggas in the ghetto
And all my homies in the Federal
Locker Behind the wall setting shop up
They beat the block up But yet and still they couldn't stop us
God damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it
Cause I'm the last of the dongs God damn it
I hear you talking But I don't care to talk * chat
But when I see you in the streets I got your tit back
Word And ain't enough protection on your ass
To * with frat I got a lesson for your ass
I showed you the Southside niggas trophy I showed you
the Northside niggas roadie You're
weak cause you're the biggest fish in
the pond And when I see the magic bird you bitch you
gone assassinated People lay stripping illuminator
Into me with aggression But sit back and smoke me one
The opie one canopy one * the champagne sipping
Wood grain gripping I'm spitting from the vice lords
Gangsters and crips and bloods In everybody neighborhood
From the Ida B. Wells Back down to Inglewood
How can a nigga from the South get a pass in
every section Walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob And not get robbed
Considered to be a savior And not be God
Is it too big of a blow now?
I can speed it up or slow down
Fake the facts baby I got it locked like this and like that baby
Southern rap rock baby The last of the dying reborn again
The vicious like you vicious The thwart friend
The cloche After the greatest hit is over
But I still ride for Prince like a soldier The 2000 but then it comes
Since I'm the son of the father That makes me the don
The next duck to bat The Georgia Clarinet Fusio rap
And I ain't gotta walk around scrapped
Jay don't tolerate the Mac dirties
You in our motherfucking way We trying to stack thirties
Now back it up before we send some
Actually you ain't playing anything
Staying large Prince to the end
So what you gonna do?
Play the game till I win
So here it is fool I play the game with no rules
Dropped out in the 10th grade And told my mom to * school
Cause they ain't teaching niggas * I learned to be when I was 5
And plus I been smart a long time * a history test
I'm more concerned about respect I make
my moves in the air like a knight nigga
Check it's on till the break of dawn I keep it on and on and on
And on and on and on and on like clockwork
We hit these niggas where it hurt
Knock they dicks in the dirt Now you the bitch that's in the skirt
I'm faster motherfucker out here paying his dues Not
the average nigga out here rapping claiming he's true
I just stick to the script And taking it stride
Get my daily dose of game from James and taking it fried
Yes yes y'all Funky fresh and in the flesh y'all
This time I'm aiming at the neck dawg
It ain't no ducking when I'm bussing
I'mma leave you with nuts Little hole in your throat
Relieving your life I'm going out with a bang
Letting my nuts hang I'm out in life fame
And this nigga better get to where he's supposed to go
Wrank painkiller he said
Young papillon got my haltenanka