IRC-Galleria

IÂ’m in your hood mothafucker and I been watching you
ItÂ’s like gunz coming through when I rushing you
Ya niggas like dirty draws, and I aint touching you
Take off bloody gloves after me busting you
I coming through and started stabbing niggas, punching dudes
I leave niggas you unconscious like drunken dudes
NFL coming through is like gunz and coupe
No sun or roof, nigga we run this both
These niggas they dump like Country fools
Picture me punching niggas, yea stomping fools
Jacking old folks, running roots, dumping uz
Acting fool like this nigga never been in school
I never follow, I come through and bend this rules
Imaging me getting bread, having Benz and pools
We keep on move, mostly my friends their fools
NFL, we on run the streets, like running shoes
Make your move and find yourself in the Sunday news
Fuck the rules, nigga I do what we dose
When I driving on that Benz, yall still in the bus
We grim when we bust, put your ass in the dust
Pull nine out gut, and die in the rush
Go head nigga try if IÂ’m bluff
I got uz and slug; go against me with some spoon and the fork
These rap niggas entertainment me like a movie thugs
DonÂ’t loose me, cops donÂ’t move me cause
I menace to society like that movie blood

Father forgive me, for my life of sin
Coming out the hood, from a bottle of Jin
Where I from we chasing a dream through the paper or pen
But paper donÂ’t make you less, or even better than man
Better than man, nigga aint no better man
That nigga work hard and do more than he can
I traded myself for riches, money and the bitches
Bitches always come so money always go, I know
Cause nigga like me get some bitch for sure
I spend money in the club for drinks and dro
Rocks and rings, yeah I cop some things
Get money straight evil, warring watch and rings
Living in the apartment, size of boxing ring
So what you think? Nigga wonÂ’t come and light this thing
Yeah, IÂ’m fighting, do some Tyson things
ItÂ’s like me and devil boxing, in the fighting ring
Heaven or hell, I quest its jail but heaven is my way
But hell itÂ’s the place where I live today
Okay, I know that nigga got some keys or cake
Get pay, kicking with Dre like B2K
Dance with devil my nigga but my feet donÂ’t play
As long as a breath, my heat wonÂ’t lay
IÂ’m in the street A-day, where my peoples stay
Deep in pray!

IÂ’m on the block hustling for my milk ticket
me and my homies still kicking
Moneys is still wicked,
Catch them phoney ass niggas on the street naked
My enemies trying used bitches to break me
CanÂ’t none of these niggas canÂ’t shake me
Or knock my hustle; I refuse to trust my main
Homies cause I love them too much to say goodbye
And I rather die before these money come beetwin us
My enemies wanna see my click fall apart

IÂ’m on the street running my business and these niggas
Trying a take my kindness as a weakness
So I ask lord for my forgiveness
Forgive about sin I about to make

they say slavery time is over, still tryina
see things solver, think about that shit like
over and over, tryina get some consolution
why my people getting pooer, why my streets
getting colder. why my people loosin them culture
they say we not in slavery but thatÂ’s what they want
us to see, education is key
put black folks in welfare so they cant eat
make my brothers think they below on the street
and whats law? law is the system how to control
our freedom, see Africa used to be a home of the kindom
till white man came and made change
I aint say that all change is not for good
but I rather live free in them woods
than bein control by cops in the hood
society system got me livin in the box
thatÂ’s right my niggas cant get out the blocks
then they wonder why we sell roks cuz nigga cant getta job
cuz criminal back around, how cant you loose your life
over some shit you did as kid

niggas just mad cause they broke as hell
stuck in the cell, huslin them meals
but donÂ’t eat no good, live in the hood
my niggas donÂ’t eat no food, drink no water
smoking at L for guearter
life is hell in the gutter
niggas donÂ’t give no help for brother
when I gotta go, I will take my enemies with me
we all gonna burn in the hell, stuck with devils
strap with metals, yea metal to the pedal
I from a ghetto, my uncle used to slang dope
mixin coke and soda, I used to buy coke for quarter
but the prise came up, now I get coke for dollar
see im on the grind walkin blind like steve wonder
I hear the thunder, welfare got me wonder
why my people livin under
I tryina feet my baby girl in this white man world
wheres full of laws and staments, I hit rap basement
and tryina make the world understand nigga like me
poor mothafucker that tryin a eat like ball players
and mafia cats like good fewllas
I aint wanna be a drug dealer, holdin nine miller
bein a straight grind killer but if nigga donÂ’t
have no choise than slang dope or stay hope
in this city of sin where even young babys dream
to get cream by any mean, necessary
I got my cousin lay in them cemeteries
and the far that I think, aint no other way to get pay
everyday like dr dre said, niggas die over sum shit they say

Ma, they said the love is the most painful lesson
And that pain that you fell is same as your pleasure,
So itÂ’s my pleasure, to bring that pain to your lesson
Your face is like angel when I looking at your every second
I aint trying be your nigga, beat you up like your nigga
IÂ’m a put you in the game and make your pocket much bigger
So if I was broke would I still be your nigga
I asking this questing Ma, to make sure you aint digger
I trying make it right and make it rain jigga
Hypnotize your mind, and blow your brain like trigger
I know we donÂ’t mix like missy and tigger
But them Kisses and the misses really got me figger
That drama with you momma and your best friend is bitching
Aint no other girl that cock better in the kitchen
Best chicken ever taste, must be your grand mom teaching
I wish we never end up in the fight like bobby and Witney
So If wanna try with you, are you really with me
If I say you are fly, I donÂ’t lie, real talk no gimmicks
See, we must be in the moon if the sky is the limit
I aint want this to finish, Ma try every minute
Now look where we going to, I tryined to warn you
I aint trying a own, Ma do what you want do
Just do what you please, I donÂ’t care if you wonÂ’t boo
Crew up in the slum so I know what the guns do
1, 2 now look where you run to

If money is a power, then knowledge is what you knowing
Know where you from, no matter where you going
And I keep flowing like that water when IÂ’m going
See I never trusted those niggas, or that mask what they showing
CanÂ’t take advantage from me like that bottle what you swallowing
CanÂ’t take a life of man that was born to be growing
I aint no clown, so donÂ’t except my teeth showing cuz
If I let them showing, then they might think they know me
See most of them niggas that I roll with it, yea they homies
And rest of them niggas in the game b, they kind of phoneys
Man, I should listen careful what my mom told me
People that rounds me, they are one that trying a blow me
And they people that I block, they really trying a show me
Never keep your doubt on your niggas or your homies
And I choose my words careful like that word in the bible
Word to my title, IÂ’m a ghetto like them walls on the scribbles
And IÂ’m a keep coming till fall, like them broads from idols
My mind is a power and IÂ’m strong as a survivor
As a long IÂ’m keep it getting it niggas wonÂ’t like it
Fuck it; we never were friends, see we never were likely
You can hate me, force me, torture me or fight me
CanÂ’t break a man that wonÂ’t melt like icy
Spicy, canÂ’t let the same man play me a twist, b

[Chorus: singers]
Look nigga u donÂ’t need to act like u donÂ’t know
My niggas blow that good shit, we got dough
Bitches they wanna fuck, they always wanna stuck,
So I aint fuck with em bitches man, thatÂ’s whatÂ’s up,
And when you see that boy, yea they call me zany
Yea you might see me in the block man roll with that twenty
Yea, gold tooth on the teeth, Air force on the feet
IÂ’m a beast on the street; I got those keys on the street, yea
Mami look tight, she wanna party all night
Cause she know I love her brown looking eyes
And she know that boy Zane, looking so fly
And I aint cocking no pipe, I just smoking high
Yea em niggas do coke, yea my niggas push dope,
yea yall niggas so joke, see my niggas no broke
Yeah money is like bitch, I fuck it then I leave it
And if that bitch wonÂ’t come, I might go get it
Cause IÂ’m player, the boss, stunner,
yall know that nigga zany Zane, do what he wanna
I donÂ’t care about them niggas, what he says or she says
Im in the both man, taking pictures with the C.K
And I get pay every day, my niggas get high, yall niggas go by
See my niggas so flyyyy, yea yea we high in the moon
I told my girl Gina, I will be back very soon
And soon as I escape, I booked trip to the Paris
Took my shit out the caries, like we aint getting married
Like she aint going to have it, but fuck it
IÂ’m take a trip to the UK, you see that chick at the MySpace
She new face, IÂ’m new race, a good date, hood bake
Zany, I got that both, base nigga
and yea, every hustler got that prepay, free day
Me and my nigga most at the freeway,
Driving going hundred and ten, only honeys I sense itÂ’s the money I spend
Nigga u can ford a bitch but you canÂ’t pay out the rent
Danm, and thatÂ’s fucking shame, yall niggas fucking lame
yall bitches hypnotise, Yall play so many games,
Im dollar, pop collar, big boss, big timer nigga
Yall small time niggas, talking all that slicker
get hit quicker, so fast yall niggas cant count
I need little balance, so go touch the ground
Cause IÂ’m high on the clouds, high with the pounds
Smoking at ounce, like my money donÂ’t count
All my niggas just bounce, in the club, in the pub
In the bar, in the both, in the car, in the coupe,
In the street, in the house,
Nigga put that dinner, your bines, you finish your mouth
I run up on flipping, sipping, dipping clip in your mouth
I come deep in your house, yall nigga donÂ’t sleeping at couch
IÂ’m just bouncing and smoking, counting and posting
yall niggas been clowning and joking
Smoking ounce and you chocking
Come meet me at the august, see my face at the Google
IÂ’m a greatest, your tofu, you hatters, I smoke u
My people they locals, we creeping, we chock you
Never slepping, we close to, we deep in your soul too
We flipping, we supposed to, you sleeping, we coast you
And we smoke you, like cigarettes, go figure then,
Who is bigger man, IÂ’m nigga, then
ItÂ’s just me man, zany, no jigger man

CanÂ’t keep good man down, I coming for head belt watch you crow
See when IÂ’m around, yo them niggas be like whatÂ’s up now
And when IÂ’m down, them same niggas be like, fuck you blood
But IÂ’m a nigga from a hood, I know how business run
Catch them niggas at your spot, with your face on that gun
Oh yall niggas trying a sneak, aight take off, run
Niggas coming at your crib and put heat on your son
Niggas smoke you for that money, like ounce in the day
Trying a take whatÂ’s mine, and then pounce away
Get you eat your tongue for that shit you say
Get you drown in your own blood for that shit you play
Disappear like that sun light, this is what I said
Niggas call me tax man when I come for that head
I catch niggas in the club like, give my bread
But you how the shit gets, niggas get beat or dead
Only god is merciless, IÂ’m a hit you now
Take debt from a nigga, IÂ’m a get you crow
When is come for that money, I will hunt you down
Lord Jesus wonÂ’t save you, * you fuck up now *
Should thought about that nigga, when you cross that line
Should thought about that your life, when you took whatÂ’s mine

They say, Knowledge is power, life is breath
CanÂ’t guarantee there will be life after death
And when the judgement day come, yea none of us gone left
Yea, we all gone die, is a matter about the time
Cause seems like the time is tickin, and my mind trickin,
Trying get sight like kanye with rhymes I kicking,
Trying make the whole world understand, them lines I speaking
My homie died last summer, my minds different
IÂ’m on the different shit now because the grind is different
I work with rhymes now because the time is different
Mama used to cock rise and chicken, giving advice and teaching
but hardhead nigga didnÂ’t take advice and listen
me and my brother used to have fight in kitchen
Used to destroy the house, Pulling knife out the kitchen
Listen, when I eventually die, donÂ’t worry about me
make sure my moma get that pay check and bury me G
I aint worry, when I die niggas will tell hell of a story about me
donÂ’t know what the life after death gone be
Quest its cant get worsted than life they was givin me
So many good homies die, loosin life in the street
we shooting dice tryina eat