IRC-Galleria

yo is time to regonize, whitch niggas their real
cause most niggas, bitch niggas their straight up squeels
Im on the feild, lill nigga tryina make sum meal
I need sum medication nigga, im about take sum pills
Extacy, sell it blood, get sum bills
Im on sum money chase nigga, tryina make cop me mill
and get rid of that welfare like Ima straight up still
but on the real, nigga i aint paid up still
I got em loans to pay, long way I came
from purse snacthing to low life fame
im in the range, mami about to gimme a brain
she on my chain, ask me how to spell my name
Zany, lil nigga with sum crack and aim
mac and flame, zany zane u know whats cracking mayne
I gotta get em packs nigga bro, fast than I can
fasten you, fasten he, nigga fasten your man
I dont give a fuck if ya niggas drivin at van
as a long you get money nigga and stay part of the fam
Im in the god blue land, tryina cop me a grand
so i can flip that money and put that money inda hand
I wanna my pocket lace fat like trinas ass
I want em kilos nigga (word) al pacino cash
I want it all, from hood rats to beyonces ass
and i dont give a fuck if that bitch fucks with that nigga
as a long she bring cash to daddy after she fucks that nigga
go head baby girl keep fuck with that nigga
bring dough to daddy like this bitchs do jigga
get low, this boy snitch man, he about to get digger
dear lord dont reach me, please make me ritcher
and if this niggas get strong, please make me a bigger
so I can fight niggas out and go pro wingy
I want it all nice chains, cars, broads and pingys
Im inda clubs, smokin buds and drinking
I aint thinking , cause time is money, my time means money
so if you really wanna fuck with sunny
better have money in that banka count, girl large mouth
drop your panies shoody, Im about to ballin now
I got 20 inch cock, so u know what Ima about
its in your mouth, shoddy lets move to the couth
u shouldnt never do that freak in your momas house
speacial when your daddys out, tryina hummer out
now u fucking with sum gangstas bro,
that girl gina my nigga, you shouldnt never went and bang that hoe,
thats the AG´s dougher, that gangsta bro

hit me like a weed
get you things that you need

Man, donÂ’t think they wont hit you cuz your bodyguards
Get your body laid on your blood with your bodyguards
Niggas think they bullet proof till them body cruss
Let see how your body does, when them shotty bust
I aint saying, I kicking guns like karate class
I spit heat out them rhymes and get your body blast
Watch your body get carry in them body bags
And I aint no type of nigga blood, that let that money pass
See, IÂ’m a type of nigga blood, that get that money fast
Fuck visas and your credit cards, I like it cash
IÂ’m like that money exchange nigga, yeah quick and fast
And for those niggas that hating, IÂ’m a quit your ass
See, niggas really donÂ’t care if you black or white
Cause, see mo money that you have, more catch you fight
Niggas walk out you close and trying a blast your sight
Niggas starving like them kids from a city of god
In my city niggas donÂ’t fell no petty or love
Only pretty I see, is city with no killing or thugs
Only fake niggas in the yard, trying a work with them bar
And chines mothafucker in road trying a floss with them cars
I aint hatting, IÂ’m just saying I donÂ’t care who you are
You can be a super star, lawyer and drive fancy cars
But when you come to payback, you wonÂ’t make alive
Lord Jesus wonÂ’t help you, even you got god on your side
And your homeboys wonÂ’t hear you, no matter how try
niggas wonÂ’t save your ass, no matter how you cry, then
And you can call your lawyers, your doctor, and your mom
Should though about that shit, when you played with them guns

See, Things done changed; itÂ’s same for them gangsters
Still we getting at money, still in the club wit em bangers
still same old G, still big time slanger, most valuble palyer
mothafuckin chain hanger, still no love for bitches and prankster
still breakin these beats, still dissin this studio wanksters
still hoopin, still I put in the hole like T-Mac when I bang em
still need that shit in system, ya know zany still drink em
still sippin wisky, still party, still smoking at sticky

I like that Cali sticky green, that Jiggy Jiggy
From east to the west, we smoking that real sticky
And you donÂ’t even have to fucking lie to kick it
Come on ride, if you high like my nigga drew Mickey
All I need is some chick with some shape like j-lo
Some playboy, some kind of chick I can play though
We can chill in the balcony and just lay low
And we can play Dre songs while we flame dro
High dro, Weed dro, you know how we go
NFL people, we high as an eagle
Touch my weed, and get you ass whooped like Debo
Helsinki people, just drinking at ligour
7 d, yeah we smoking at illegal
We high in that water like Roca fellers, yeah
Tell your girls, they can all just come, come
I got that strawberry, and that blueberry yum yum
ThatÂ’s fun, yeah we all gone have some, light some
We gonna have more than night some
I donÂ’t smoke quit often, till I get that change
To get high like my nigga Teng from chine FAM
Hit the weed softy; tell this bitch to get off me
Cops they trying a control my smoke, they canÂ’t hold me
IÂ’m a tell yall same thing what my nigga Grieg told me
As a long you supply treats, niggas will call you
ItÂ’s like alcohol, man I canÂ’t control it
I smoke till a sleep and wake up in the morning
Blaze another spliff, and fuck another bitch
Man aint that shit, 21 years and I aint that rich
I never crow, I doing same old shit
IÂ’m on the block fuck around, doing same old bitch

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