This is a Raid

Chorus
This is a raid - git your hands up
Just stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
This is a raid - git your hands up
Better stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
Everybody freeze - everybody freeze

1st Verse
While you was rollin' flashy out wit' ya crew
While yaw was sellin' bricks I was watchin' you

You made a name
But you know the game
You sellin' in my hood
I gotta get ya mayne!!

Look, I'm a G for real
I own cops, crack shops, plenty of steel
I can't let you ride up in my hood
And sell major rocks like its all good (pause)

I've been settin' this trap for months
Make it difficult we'll have to clap
For once,
Do what's in ya best interests dude
If ya make a wrong move homeboy ya throughRepeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Young G you know how these streets be
Homicides, back knives, arm robberies

Take it like a man
Son you chose this life
I did it cause I can
You was livin' trife

You think cause you was out here mini-ballin'
Than you could avoid the wrath of me
Boy quit ya stallin'

Give me all dem bricks
Give me all ya chips
We takin' all ya wips
And we'll be back if you get loose lips

Hurry up, oh ya boy's bein' lazy
He had to try me now his eyes is all glazed see

I love my pump
I'm quick to dump
Better keeps ya hands up
We some riders chump!!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
Put ya hands up
We grindin'
No whinin'
We ridin'

Ya getting' stuck up
Stop cryin'
Or ya dyin'
No lyin'

Repeat Vamp 2x

Repeat Chorus

Public Gangsta 1

Chorus
It's all over the news - wanted dead or alive
But they forgot only the strong survive
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one
They can't catch me - they'll always fail
I'll never spend the rest of my life in jail
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one!

1st Verse
I'm a drug sellin larcenists
End up on my list I promise you I'll twist
Bullet holes burnin'
The police squad squirmin'
They look at me as vermin
Keep they stomachs churnin

Homey, I'm goin for mine
All my ladies work the corner
Man I'm on the grind

Cause untimely demises
I'm deeply despised
They wanna see my end
I see the look in dey eyes

It's a war out here and I control an army
Of predicate felons
It's so alarming

Sellin ki's and trees
I do what I please
It takes a certified G to bring a city to its knees
I don't care
You don't like boy then say somethin'
SAY SOMETHIN!
DO SOMETHIN!
I ain't chest thumpin'

I fill body bags fo real
My.9's my only friend
Man I love my steel

Be careful what you say
Just stay out my way
Have you duckin and divin' as my AK sprays

Run-up
If I'm lookin for you son
You betta carry ya gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1

Vamp
They'll never
They'll never
They'll never take me
I'm a keep on slangin these rocks mayne!

They'll never
They'll never
They'll never catch me
I'm a keep terrorizin' these streets mayne!

If they ever
They ever
They ever catch me
I'm a shoot anything that moves mayne!

I don't care what they say
They'll never take me back
They'll never see me fry
I ain't afraid to die!!

I run these streets
At night I creep
The boss of the bosses
Dog I never sleep

No words to say
No compromise – I'll spray
Get caught up in my biz
You've seen ya last day
You betta pray!

Run-Up
I do it for fun
I always carry my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
They'll never take me back alive
I got 2 strikes
Spent half my life deprived

Man I'm cheefin' in my 'Lac
Slangin lb's of crack
Addin' bills to my stack
Houses full of sacks

Neighborhood stores have to pay me fo sho
The baby G's don't test me
They already know

I catch a 3rd strike I'm done
So I'm no the one
Creep up on ya slow and collapse ya lung

When the pump gets ta pumpin' everybody gets ta jumpin'

2 a.m. rollin' and my beats is bumpin'
Run-up

I'll never run
I'm a real G
I love the street life
Boy ya feel me!

'til my last breath
I'll be squeezin' my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1

Hard Time

Chorus
It's hard time we're doing
Yeah the clock is hardly moving
But I'll take this life of ruin
Instead of being back on the streets

I'm here with my brothers
Livin in a world like to other
Doing 25 'til the end
This is hard time
Hard time

1st Verse
I had to rob & kill
Showed meticulous skill
w/ terrorist occupations
I imposed my will

On the weak and the strong
Partied all night long
After slangin' crack
And cappin enemies in throngs

I enjoyed the street life
It gave me everything I needed
Money, cars, and broads
Understandings with the law
Death- when I decreed it

You was gone with zeal
Got caught wit' steel
Out of town kickin it
Behind the wheel for real

Officer smelled weed in the air
Traced the bullets back, two merks, I caught a pair

(pause)
of 25 year-to-life sentences
(pause)
shadows

(long pause)
Apply the pressure when they break
Give it up, it's all mine, it's too late

(pause)
It's my show I can handle the grind
Me and homies handle thangs
Doin' HARD TIME!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
I'm still gone grind
I'm doing hard time
Hard time

What's yours is mine
This is hard time
Hard time

You better watch you do
You doing hard time
You're all mine

Me and my crew
It's our time
Doing hard timeapplied my street life
Now I'm entrenched in here!!

The price you have to pay - a life of crime
Got the homeys in here I'm doing hard time
These are the cards I've dealt and I ain't looking back
Cause in here they still fear me
I'm the king of the pack

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
(pulled)... It's still the street life
Everything's the same, the cell-block-is-the corner
People scheme for fame
(pause)
You might get stuck
Riots, nights erupt
Slip in the weight room
And get hockey-pucked

Try-to-pay-me-late
I Snatch they dinner plates
Wifey sends the monthly letter
Man, I take they cake

These punks know
I set-it-off fo' sho'
Me and the homes run da spot
Keep a steady flow

Of product circulatin'
I'm a gangsta bro
(pause)
Pay the guards, but I'm realizin' though
Get a chance they'll take-you-out-quick
There's always enemies lurkin' in da

ARMY OF ONE

Chorus:
I'm an Army of One
I don't trust nothin' but the end of my gun
When I'm in da hood, boy ya better run
Or ya gonna hafta answer to an Army of One
Ya better stand down or you'll be six feet under
Ya think ya own the streets well you ain't seen this mutha
I don't need no G to help me get it done
Cuz I'm an Army of One, yeah I'm an Army of One

Look at my grill
Betta grab ya shield
Or kryptonite tonight
Cuz I'm gonna drill
As soon as I see you
I'm a aim for ya dome
Precisely, boy I'm nice – Please!
I'm sqeezin' my chrome
Bl....att just like that
You in the parking lot of the club writhin' on ya back
And I ain't worried about a case
If they can't see ya face
And ya hands is missin'
After they deep sea fish ya!
Dey like to Rah Rah wit dat Blah Blah
Boy you'll mess around I'll have you screamin for ya Mama
We can pop tha trunk
If you wanna get crunk
Ya cover's blown crony
Dog, I know you a punk
I do my dirt on my own
I'm a rider solo playa- decide I'm sendin' you home
I bang on site
And when the time is right
You'll see me comin' up ya block
You in the danger zone tonight

Repeat Chorus

I got mo gunz
Chronic smoke in my lungs
I want you I won't stop until the task is done
We can tear the club up so what you got a crew
I'll take you sissies out when I pull these duel
Glock.45's as ya runnin' ya lips
It becomes real clear
When I unzip these clips
Give me all ya loot
Give me ya shoes
What u lookin' at sucka
Fool, run ya jewels
What happed to all that barkin' man
Y'all was laughin'
Runnin' round the club it was kinda bafflin'
Cause you know how I do my thing
Them tramps in ya ear had you gassed
So much drama I'll bring
Keep my head on a swivel
Smoke some weed- a little 'gnac
In da middle of the night
The last sound you heard was CRACK!!
No prints
No murder weapon
Roll one, Relax
A day in the life of a real G wearin' all black!

Repeat Chorus

Get caught up in ya hype
Playa please believe
When tha cutlass bends the corner
Dog, I'm aimed to squeeze
Automatic filled ya attic
Now you anesthes'd
Did you think when you started the static
You'd end up RIP'd
Now they pourin' out the liquor
Sad remembrances
Family devastated
Shoulda checked yo sentences
You don't wanna rumble homey
All bravados crumble homey
When you act like you don't know me
I'm a leave ya family lonely!

Repeat Chorus

GIT A MOVE ON

Now it's time to run (Blood be pumpin’)
And the deed is done (Feet be jumpin’)
Put the petal to floor
We betta get gone
Let's get a move on

The bullets be flyin' (Bump bump bump)
And The homies be dyin' (Buh bump bump bump)
We'll do what we gotta do
Yeah yeah, let's get a move on

If you ever cross me
I swear to God it'd take Condalesce
And a whole Army SWAT Team
When you started the beef
Did you think it could get worse
Boy you a'ready lost ya teeth

We knuck when we buck
But that wasn't enough
You had to show ya pannies
When I called ya bluff

You know who you messin' wit'
I gotta sick clique
Underestimate the grit
Ya get ya wig split quick

I'm just plain mean
I love conflict
You betta' think about it cause when we hit
It's like a 2-ton boulder crashin' down on you
Quick to bend ya block
Run through your whole crew

9's and AK's spittin' out the back of the Lex
Double up on ya vest
'Fore ya try to flex
I gotta mean team
A pump as big as Texas
You see my grill homey
Guess what's next (it's all over playa)

Now it's time to run (Blood be pumpin’)
And the deed is done (Feet be jumpin’)
Put the petal to floor
We betta get gone
Let's get a move on

The bullets be flyin' (Bump bump bump)
And The homies be dyin' (Buh bump bump bump)
We'll do what we gotta do
Yeah yeah, let's get a move on

All you suckas be fakin' mayne
Watch a few movies
Then ya claim a gang
You ain't never seen a G as real as me
Ya get ta runnin' when these gats bang

It gets wild in these streets
Homicides for weeks
You betta watch what you sow
Cause when we creep
In a flash
You on ya back
As your blood seeps

In the gutter wit' da trash homey
R.I.P. you don't know me
So boy what you lookin' at
So you slang a couple trees
And you flash a gat

I don't give a damn
I slang weed and crack
But more important
I got two guns as big as Shaq
Wit' some bullets wit' your name on 'em
You need a taste?
I saw ya eyes as I leaned out da same Brougham

When I caught ya brother slangin' on my street
Lobbed a volley
Knocked him off his feet
You two shall meet

Now it's time to run (Blood be pumpin’)
And the deed is done (Feet be jumpin’)
Put the petal to floor
We betta get gone
Let's get a move on

The bullets be flyin' (Bump bump bump)
And The homies be dyin' (Buh bump bump bump)
We'll do what we gotta do
Yeah yeah, let's get a move on

When you see me keep runnin'
Keep runnin'
We gunnin'

If you cross me we comin'
We commin'
I'm dumpin'

When you see me keep runnin'
Keep runnin'
We gunnin'

If you cross me we comin'
We commin'
I'm dumpin'

GET IT DONE

Pledge allegiance to the grimy, I love it, I get it done
Decide to take the hit out on you- no where to run
Once I get that blunt smoke deep up in my lungs Boy
I'm meditatin' on mutilatin' den grab my gunz

I'm feared on these streets, cold killa, quick trigga
I'm never hesitatin', forsaken, the deal sealer

Controllin' my terrain
Stay in da lanes
Put 2 to ya brain
Against da grain
Da realest G in that game

On sight
Son I'll light you up like a pimple
When u cornered creep up on ya
In da mornin'
Then I say goodnight

Catch you slippin' in my danger zone
It's major drama for ya mama
When I send you home
Her child is gone

Chorus

If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me

(I'm Gunnin'!!)
6-2 Chiseled Physique
Lost my daddy when I was 2
Ma couldn't handle me
At 11 O.G. homies had me hold da heat
And I found that I liked bustin'
It's my specialty
On the regular I was buckin' and them chumps was duckin'
I enjoyed puttin' fear in dey eyes and over nothin'
Cause I'm cold like that, I love my gat
I'm a legendary cap peela
Check my stats

Ladies screamin' "What's Happenin?"
When da villain gets to clappin'
Then it's chaos in the streets
Homicides for weeks

Daddy brings that drama
Playa you can wear your body armor
BAD KARMA is my name
You can't escape the pain

If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me

(Keep Runnin')
Hey duke ain't that somethin'
2 weeks ago you was bumpin' ya gums like you was dumpin'
Now half tha blood in ya body's on the street and clumpin'
Ya homies in da back of they 'Lac
They heads is slumpin'
Screamed like some ladies
When da pump was pumpin'

A mercenary 'till hell freeze
It's bad luck when I am on your tail
Your ship will sailed
I've never bailed
No witnesses were left to tell

Surgical with a.45 or.38
Or an AK shell a send u swiftly to your wake
If it's your fate

Caught in tha wrath of a psychopath
333 X 2 – Homey you do the math!

Feel the Pain

Chorus
Yeah You're gonna feel the pain
You'll never be the same, Yeah
You're gonna feel the pain
You won't believe it
When you feel it

You're gonna feel the pain
You ain't never gonna be the same,
You're gonna feel the pain, Yeah
You won't believe it
When you feel it

1st Verse
You won't believe the pain (pause)
Full-time felon yall know my name, I slang
Quick to bang
I control a gang (pause)
Of rowdy-thug-gangstas
All united, we slang

More greens and coke than a little bit
Step outta line
We'll smoke you
Give the cops the fits

Bold, intemperate bro, so I get
Mo money than 'em all
Squeeze for the hell of it

Raised to hold heat
Thrived on seedy blocks
The game is all in me mayne
I can't stop

If I get the drop on you
I'm blastin', few
Survive a confrontation
Stop the beggin- your threw!
(long pause)
Of Newports in da pen
Make you fade to black

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
You don't want to cross me
I'll make you feel da pain
Feel da pain

Talkin' a lot being flossy
I'll put 2 in ya brain
You don't want to test me

You don't want to cross me
Don't want to feel my reign
I'm insane

I'm insane

Love to bang

It's all over if I want you mayne

Repeat Chorus

In the middle of the street ya shake
Boy I'll rock your world
Like a violent quake
Stopped my cross-town rivals movin major weight
I'm servin all you suckas
I ain't givin no breaks

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
I'll go blow for blow
Rivalries fo' sho; (pause)
Ended violently over drugs and dough
(pause)
You really didn't want confrontation yo
Cause I'm a killa for real
You've been shot befo'
(long pause)

I guess the message didn't sink in, and I guard my rep
I'm looking for homey- watch ya step
I was husslin' while you slept
Hit you five times, heard your mother wept

My side gangstas are the craziest
Homicides when des guns are blazin its (pause)
Real in da field
A'ready made a mil (pause)
Blew a mil, I'm still rakin' major scrill
(For Real?) (pause)

I'm really not playin' dude
Your eyes is shifty
If ya break my rules

You'll disappear quicker than a carton pack

Bullet to tha Brain

1st Verse
I'm tired of the game
I'm going insane
I feel the reaper stalkin'
I'm the one to blame

30 years servin', killin', and robbin'
Now I'm looking in the mirror
My trigga' finger's throbbin'

What can I do- there's nowhere to run
I got no education
For the love of the gun
I gave up on my future
Fathers save your sons
Cause my mother did her best
She couldn't save me from

Blood in me from the other half of the Tree
My Great Grand, Grand, and my Pops was G's
My first words was "Daddy"
Second one was "Freeze!!!"
I'm disgusted wit my life
Dog it's hard to breathe ('cuz)

Chorus
It's gonna make me go insane
Gotta put a bullet to tha brain

It's gonna make me go insane
Gotta put a bullet to that brain

Like a dog passed his prime
Ain't no use, time to die

It's gonna make me go insane
Gotta put a bullet to tha brain

2nd Verse
I ran the gang
I killed for fame
Caused havoc on tha streets
Made 'em fear my name
You looked at me wrong
You'd get 2 in da brain
Now I look up and all I see's the same

Things that I did
Passed on to kids
Not even the dey teens
Pullin' 10 year bids
They looked up to me
And I convincingly
Led 'em all down the road to catastrophe

I knew one day that I would have to pay
For what I did to 'em
It's my casket day

I can feel it all around
I can hear the sound
Payback is a mutha
The game's claimed another

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Too much to drink
Too much to smoke
A rat infested spot
No contacts for coke
A gangsta passed his prime
Wit' no love or hope
I'm in a daze
Lookin' for someone to choke

I've tried everything
Tryna kill da pain
I've loaded up da bullets
Man I'm going insane

I'm running outta time
No better days for me
Just dark nights
A street life casualty

Got the.45- one in da chamber
Tremblin', Overdosin' on anger
I'm hearin' voices this is too much pressure

All I see is bloodstains
From a bullet to my brain

Repeat Chorus

Being A Playa

Intro
I'm the playa of all playas
Wherever I am
Da ladies know what's up
U haters do to
So I'm a keep doin what I do
And Doing who I do
It's P Unit G

Chorus
BEIN' A PLAYA IS A WAY OF LIFE
UP ON TOP (&) OUT ALL NIGHT
SHAWTY WANT A TASTE OF A REAL G
COME ON DOWN & BE A PLAYA WIT ME

1st Verse
I got pros in every area code
WIDE LOAD
P.I.M.P.
I keep 'em out of they clothes

Love or Hate it
I'm Don Dada
Pick her up... "look ma.. you talk a lotta"

Slow Down, I know I speak greasy
U know how us G's be
Whether I'm in da Benz or da coupe
Girl I stay freezy

On top of my game
You know the name
It's P unit all day mayne
I'm rippin through frames

All flavors
Chocolate, Almonds, Vanilla Swirls
When I'm in da club I'm chased by all the girls

Whether they wear straight hair or they rockin' curls
Wit' dis Magic Stick
The ladies love to lick like Shirl

Well I met her just last week outside ya boutique
Pulled up there was a group of dames she took a peek
I saw it in her eyes
And wit' them caramel thighs
I had to give it to her
Now don't act surprised

(I'm a playa baby you know me!!)

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Let me tell all of you wanna be playas a little somethin'
If you really like them big fat rumps for pumpin'
It's a breeze and you can keep ya cheese
Playa peep the steez!!

I stay clean, I'm lean, carry stacks of green
And I keep a deeper bench than any NBA team

Some like tha bouncin'
Others like it on they back
They fiend for the monster
I like to call him Shaq

Takes up a lot of space
Unstoppable in the lane
If the game gets tight
He can cause you pain

Big Popi, the main ingredient
Lubricates the fold
Even though my rims is gold
And my wrists stay cold

They gets no dough
But they like to step in the Rolls
Take of they G strings
Then I curl up they toes

Some had visions of a pay day
Others just like to lay me
They caught up in the fortune and fame
So I'm a play 'em mayne!!

Outro
Being a playa is a way of life
I can't help it
They just keep coming at me
Constantly
They know who we be
I give 'em a little taste of the wild side
I'll pop the champagne wit 'em
Show 'em a little bit of the good life
But really they just like to keep this thang up in 'em
And I oblige
You know... I'm Here to Serve (w/ laughter)
It's a hard life
But somebody's gotta do it
P.P.P.P. P UNIT!!!!

BEFORE I DIE

CHORUS:
Before I die I'm gonna beat the street
Gonna take my toll on society
Settle all my debts wit my enemies
Before I die, Before I die

Back in the joint yall know my name
Hard core killa that's my claim to fame
All props to me I'm gonna own this game
Before I die, Before I die

This is my warning and I won't repeat it
Try to cross me and You'll end up deleted
You rockin jewels, flashin tools
Give me all ya loot and take this lashin fool!
Man they just don't listen
Wifey looked up and him and his car was missin
You betta understand
It gets crucial, blow
The back of ya cranium
Take you man out, bro
I-Don't-Think-You-Realize
How quickly it could end
Can't get your hands untied
Blindfolded in my basement
With my gat in ya face
Its getting crowded in these streets
I guess I'll make some space
I always go for broke
you though you was a G
Take my position? Nope!
Politicians in my hand
I'm supplyin' dope..Blastin
Have you in the street dancing Loc!

It's really best stay out my way
Cold-blooded Killa I don't play

CHORUS

Give it up or you'll be spittin' up
In da middle of the street you can't believe ya luck
I know you own the liquor store's been here for years
I'm tryna say you got a new partner dear
Tha whole hood kicks in
I'm always on my grind
And I don't want no friends
I creep through the fog with ease
5 minutes after smokin' you
I'm home smokin' on some trees
It's Rough!
The street game's a risk but I love the drama
Some suckas end up missin'
When I pull heat
Put you on your knees
Make your last prayer
Crack a smile and squeeze
Boy you don't really want it
I'm livin it fo' real
E'ry day a wad of money
I'm collectin bills packin steel
Nobody thinks of testing
Cause they know I'll peel

It's really best stay out my way
Take you out man, I don't play

CHORUS

You don't wanna feel da pain
I run these streets
Kill my enemies
Everybody knows my name
This is my hood
It's all good

I'm the ruler of the game
Livin the street life
The street life

WILLING TO DIE

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

I been dying to try see this look in my eye
First lesson in the street can't compete with me
Lookin' hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder
Bumpin' a range rover with the bulletproof glass
Had to get that hook up some things in my past
Bound to catch up to me man I might not last
Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast
Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast
I hope they come undercover man I'll say self defense
Looking at my life I can't claim innocence
It came and it went much money been spent
Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal
Times up game over ain't no sequel
Ain't no such thing as evil it's do or die
Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's
Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict
Had my boys posted up stoop one and two
If some chickens walk by scoop two or one
Take out the back and then show em my gun
Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun
What kind a high you need? I'll let you try some son
So many enemies anyone could be one
Come and try if you wanna die
I'll make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside don't you see I'm dead right
See the one that make the lead fly down at midnight
Sneakin' up on suckas if you ain't got the cash
Say something son beat that ass with a flashlight
Run sucka run I'm the one with ammunition
Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

Come on and try
If you wanna die
Make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside
Don't you see I'm dead right
I'm the one that make the lead fly
Down at midnight

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

DROP FROM BELOW

Verse 1
Yeah lets make that sound
Yes yes don't test don't test im alive 45s drop spin and the its hip hop
Yes yes don't stress don't stress keep it movin yall got no time to stop
Yes yes so fresh so fresh like a fine girls breath
Like that feelin in your chest yes yes don't test don't test
I'll be waitin in the bushes with the bullet proof vest (sike)
I don't shoot don't loot don't perpetrate
Keep it straight gully on the low like Watergate
Yes yes mess mess in the head
Never would I tell you id be better off dead
Im alive 45 drops spin and then its hip hop
Yes yes spit verse a make ya knees knock
No stress puff trees when the wind blows
No trees if you don't got ends though
Keep my head straight got no time to debate
North south east west rep state to state
Interconnected methods through the nebulous and
Clouds I drift check check check

Chorus
Drop from below freak walk city streets
Drop from below freak walk city streets

Verse 2
Yes yes bless bless we the best if I don't tell anyone
I wonder who will guess nonetheless fa me test
When we light up the jets I am what I am alchemical
Do what I do identical to my soul plentiful
Beats eats when fed new sun redemption
Seems that the air that I breathe filled with vitamins
Invite 'em in im tight im at the peak of my precipice
Twist white black backwoods in the back of whatever hood
Its all good welcome to my neighborhood
Drop state shift minus images diminishes swift perception
No question
Yeah lets make that sound yeah yeah lets MAKE THAT SOUND

CHORUS

A DATE WITH ANGELS

Time is running out, I feel it slippin' away
time is running out, I see it in my dreams every night
I can't get away from it

Chorus
It's getting' hard to stay alive
The streets are full of blood tonight
An' everything is down to fate
You can't go back 'cos it's too late
Now brother's gone and mama's cryin'
Seems like everybody's dyin'
I know they're comin' for me
But I'm not ready – for a date with angels
A date with angels – a date with angels

Verse 1
I see death around the corner
I can't delete it
The Vision repeats over and over
There's no reprieve.. Click!!
Another round in the chamber...OOOOh!
Everytime I make a move
I feel my burning fuse

See the homey's over there creepin'?
The last two nights they been trying to catch a brother sleepin'
Didn't see 'em?
Na, I ain't tripping
That's why no matter where I go I keep the clip in
With the safety off
They tryin' to pick me off
They say I'm off
But I ain't never been soft

The game 'a make you go crazy
The hood's full 'a wannabe gangstas
Or they tryna be Jay Z
I only did it cause it pays me
Had an exit plan
But now I can't see SQUEEZE!
Cause I'm tired of runnin'
Dog I know it's comin'
I see death around the corner!

Repeat Chorus

She was 13 and I was 22
Used to holla at her when she went to school
She was enthralled with the streetlife
As a G I kept my knot right
Kept the product for them pipes
Told youngin' "Get ya mind right shortie. Betta stay out these streets!"
"Cause messin' wit' 'da street life
It'll get you caught up
Hunger combined with jealousy It'll get you buck Bucked!
Like you never was
You a Pup!
There's Killas out here and they don't give a What!!

She didn't listen man she did her thang
Two weeks ago they found her and her Thuggy slain!

Repeat Chorus

WALKING THE WILD

YEAH YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WE TRYING TO DO THIS (SEXY) STYLE
YEAH WALK'S WILD
U BEST HAVE YOUR OWN BACK IF YOU'RE GONNA STEP OUT HERE AND TRY TO LIVE LIKE WHAT?

Verse 1
WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPING
WHEN YOU WALKING THE WILD
'CAUSE IT'S BUCK OUT HERE
PUNKS GIVE A F***OUT HERE

HE WAS WAITING AT THE BUSTOP
GAZING AT THE DROPTOPS
FLOATING BY DREAMS OF HUSTLIN' AND FLOWIN'

NOW HE'S WILDIN' WITH THE WILDEST
CHILDISH TANTRUMS
SEARCHIN FOR AN ANTHEM TO LIVE BY - WHY?

'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED HIS SOUL
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON HOLD

'CAUSE HE HAD ALL THE MONEY
BUT LIVES BY THE SHOT
AND CAN'T STOP - 'CAUSE NOBODY STAYS TOO HIGH

YOU GOT KEEP SHOOTING TO BREAK THE COME DOWN
NOW THE CLOUDS SO THICK CAN'T SEE THE GROUND

NOW WHO'S BANGING AT THE DOOR
DROPPED COCKED THE NINE
SWEATING COLD BULLETS OF SWEAT BET
CAUSE PEOPLE GET TO TRIPPING WHEN THEY'RE
THINKING EVERYBODY'S A THREAT
THE WALK'S WILD

chorus
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY PIMPING HOES FOR MILES
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD

WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
SKY HIGH FAT RIDES HUSTLER STYLE
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD

verse 2
PUNKS BE FRONTING LIKE THEY'RE STARTERS
WHEN THEIR RIDING THE BENCH
ME I'M STEADY SINKING THREES
PAID MY DUES IN THE TRENCH

HANDLING MY OWN 'CAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT
I SHOOT MY LYRIC LIKE A BULLET
SO I'M LYRICALLY STRAPPED

SEE THE WALLS LIKE JERICHO CRASHING DOWN
WON'T CATH ME STALLING WON'T STICK AROUND

SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU

YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
DON'T BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW SICK THE BLOOD SPRAYS

PANICKING - LOOKED LIKE THE PO'S
DROPPED YOUR GIRL LIKE A MANNEQUIN
NOW WHO HEARD THE CLAPPING
HEAR THE SIRENS ROAR

COLLAPSE IN TEARS RED POOLS ON THE FLOOR
HANDCUFF YOU AND YOU'RE OUT THE DOOR
THE WALK'S WILD

CHORUS

verse 3
SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DRAG
PLAY THE BOYS LIKE CHESSMASTERS
THEY GET THERE FASTER BRINGS THE HEAT THEY'RE AFTER

PUT IT ANYWHERE YOU WANT IT
DROP THE BOOTY LIKE PRO
WORK A BODY LIKE JOB SHAKE 'EM DOWN LIKE MOB

SHOOK DOWN FOR HIS CASH CAUSE HE CLUELESS
THOUGHT HE HAD THAT ASS LOCKED
SHE'S ON SOME NEW SH**

SHOCKED TO FIND HER LEGS WRAPPED
AROUND HIS BOY'S BACK
THE WALK'S WILD

CHORUS

verse/rep
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU

YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED YOUR SOUL
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON ROLL

MONEY LOVE SEX DRUGS BLOOD RUN COLD
THE WALK'S WILD

YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WATCH YOUR STEP OUT HERE

CHORUS

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
LIKE THIS - UNH

BUMP BUMP BUMP

CHORUS

Come on come on gimme a bump bump bump
Everybody in the club with the bump bump bump
We gonna get high yeah we gonna get it done
Come on come on and just bump bump bump

VERSE 1

You need a grown man like me white tee icey
Just to get the ladies play like a wifie
Only for one night see nike's pricey
I like them moves spicy don't act sheisty
Have you dropped spinnin in the middle of the room
Like whoops wow whered he go hear me on the radio
Top of this hip hop flip and we don't stop
See yall players playing like you got game
Maybe I look the same when I try to come up
But now you see my whole crew runnin big black trucks
Range rovers pimp like the hove would
Now you understand my hustling ways
I made good so keep it up pimp keep shakin little shorty
Keep it old school on the stoop drinkin 40's
Always keep my eyes peeled back drop authorities
Keep numbers flipped swiss bank its priority

CHORUS

VERSE 2

Walk with a little limp just talk a little bit
When beats bouncing in the club its legitimate
How you gonna look so smooth those moves so rude
Lets prove we could do this all night
One hand on my drink others feelin allright
Its so locked down its like critical
Get you back to the pad get physical
Smoke greens you aint seen aint typical
Keep it bumpin in the club like a ritual
Swing it back swing it close get them visuals
How you gonna sneak up freak up tilt cup back
Till you finish that glass of champagne high class thing
No need to be ashamed
You got what god gave ya make that brain insane
But anyway seen yesterday on the runway
Don't believe what they say no gun play

CHORUS

I aint come up in the club lookin for the right love
Gonna keep it tight body fittin like a glove
Sittin in VIP lookin from above
When you see me in the cut bump bump bump bump bump

CHORUS

Dirty Money

Chorus
Dirty Money makes the world go round
Y'all love the benjamins I toss on the ground
Dirty Money drives a dog insane
I gotta fist full of paper, It's all bloodstained

Repeat 1x

Verse 1
It's cold out here
Two minutes on my block you taste the atmosphere
It's sour on your lips
The back of ya throat's real dry
Ya stomach's turnin' over
An hour later you cry

We keep it gulley loved one
We don't care about nothin'
Preoccupied with our ones
Keep our adversaries starin' down the barrel of a gun
Rich, poor, young, old, they can all get some!!

Bridge1
"For the Money"
Choppin' rocks
Weed lacin'
You hussla?
Catch you slippin' put 'dese bullets in ya face

"I don't know"
Who made the rules of the game
Beirut or the Block, home it's all the same

"If you can't take it"
Stay of the streets for real
It's not a game dog
It's too late to get to talkin'
When I run up in ya spot wit' da Mac Milli
If you don't act right
"Somebody's blood I'm spilling!"

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
As the world rotates on its sideways axis
I'm sideways creepin' in the hog with the black Smith & Wesson
My victims never know, I keep 'em guessin'
Lookin' for some work?
Homey don't stress it!

I keep the pounds of weed
My white 'ill make ya nose bleed
Cut it wit da bakin' soda
Flood the streets

I'm sellin' mo guns than Walmart
Got a room full of ammunition
Throwin' 'em like darts you tarts

Bridge 2
"For the Money"
Duckin' cops
Enemy chasin'
You a sucka
Catch you slippin' put 'dese bullets in ya face

"I don't know"
Who made the rules of the game
I'm the bully of the block, yeah you know my name

"If you can't take it"
Stay of the streets for real
It's not a game dog
It's too late to get to talkin'
When I run up in ya spot wit' da Mac Milli
Betta open up the safe
Or I'm gonna start peeling!

Repeat Chorus

Bridge 3
Adlibs

"Oooh Oooh"
I don't care what it takes
I'm a make my paper
Thug life ain't easy

"Oooh Oooh"
I'm always tryna raise the stakes
Never hesitate to grab the gauge and rampage

Repeat Chorus