IRC-Galleria

To beat niggas to the hospital is part of a war path
Hunt nigga down, for that swaggering cash,
And for dat property, I be the napo-leon nigga
Think is a mockery, charts this niggas, like is lottery
Coming with the revenues, clean this nigga properly
Recovery, proceed his G´s, and his company
Think this is just job to me, found out, is a robbery
The Processes wonÂ’t be minimal, see IÂ’m criminal
Way before this rap shit, both, and this stack shit
I used to doing taxes, run up on them Mac spit
Torture on niggas, bring that pain to the maxim
Shit deep, when we approach, when we come out side,
Niggas lie for that money, we donÂ’t come out smile
and they cry, when they see us, come out wild
but they aint never see us die, when we come out ride
Zany is a monster, animal without conscience nigga
I catch them niggas concert, ducking a trigger
talk hard but they soft, till they find out cold
life is precious then diamonds, jewers and cold
niggas shaw no love, when the heart turn cold
And for that money nigga, even heart turns cold
lotta mans turn evil for dat valible doe
some niggas kill whole family for dat sueside doe
living life in this cold worlds, shall I live
should I ride with my niggas, or ride for my kids
I donÂ’t know if I die, would god forgive
all them sins that I made, all that bad I did
I only remember them words, dat my pops told me
get up your ass in the school if you plan to be rich
and when this money quick, can trust this pricks
I never understood the message, till I find out quick
these niggas slick, turn around they fuck your bitch
1996 click, when we first time mix
Me, chillo, Jp, supply them spliffs
Used this bitchez as money earn, coping them bricks
many friends turn into greedy, started coping them kicks
All them profit they earned, got flown out vegas
loose they money, got mad, started to throw at table
Getter Advance, another brick, money blow out Laker
Lost they money, and they family, now they turn out haters
Time up, guns lucking nigga, we want our papers
Fuck mercy, no grace, see we done do favors
we donÂ’t give fuck, even is, Easter or holiday
we will catch you, driving on the high way
Think u pretty, u handsome, I put dat smile away
We living inda small world, you shouldnÂ’t run out away
you think safe on this streets, but we fine you pray
at beutyful day, catch you coming my way
tryina wave them Po Pos, like ist ok
nigga I got fo fo, nigga is okay

you got money, four letters, I suggest u pay
cause if you donÂ’t, watch your face turn a blood shot red
this shit bonified, fuck around eith cops and feds