Play For Keeps

Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G

I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong

Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done

And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!

I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND

Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!

Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke

There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna

Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later

I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot

Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets

With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'

Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months

While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much

You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)

Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you

Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world

All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)

You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...

Down in the Hood

Intro
It's a little rough down in our hood. Sometimes you don't even know (space) if you gonn' make it through the next day. You know, we down here don' what we gotta do to survive (space).

Whatever it takes (space). It's do or die (space)

When you ain't got nothin' (space), you do what you gotta do!!!

Chorus
Down in the Hood
We comin'
Down in the Hood
We gunnin'
Down in the Hood
We hangin, Roll out hit the street
We bangin

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
More smokin' & croakin' down in the hood
Know folks don died floating like a bloc a wood

We choose to chop & chop and
Move it block to block
Seen a little money now we just can stop- What?

Lookin' like ya wanna run up... Look like ya not
Think you gonna rob me
That's how a playa gets shot

I was bummy wit da homie just yesterday,
Moved a bundle on the humble- stacked
Now I'm on my way!!

Partnas on the streets loc'in-up
Everybody's fingers on a trigga'
dey might erupt

Fiends on da hunt schemin'- comin' by the spot
I keep a AR under the couch
What would you do if you were hot?

I keep unloadin' the glock
Dis is 4 block!
Gang descendant
I've been shown a lot

How to rock cane
Blow a brain
Rollin? Call my main
Foes I fold 'em
Team a killas
Now the streets know my name

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Two on the corner, six on the 4th floor
All da covers is rovin' knowin' it won't go

Tell all the fellas, tell all dey chickens dat don't know
If they need da dough and down for a trip
Den here we go!!

Dey bugged da celly so get wit me
Feel da heat split it
Pour it down the drain
Twenty strong and we sic wit it

We up'd the grimeyness during my reign
Yall sheep in this jungle, ya fallin'
And I'm Orangutan

Check the po(lice) file
She Used to be a queen
Now she a hooker
Saw her wit' a cop just chillin' for five minutes
if they book her
And it get back she get to talkin'
den I'll have to cook her
Playin' checkers when its chess boy I'll have to rook her

Locked & Cocked cause up in dese streets is BIG BEEF
No telling what they'll do behind a pipe and some coca leaf

But if you wanna get loose lips messin wit my grip
They'll probably find ya body in ya wip - DON'T PLAY WIT' ME!!!

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Soldiers we roll wit da 44 nixin'
all da phonies in da mix while we on our mission
Lbs. of work up in tha mo- bags is glistenin'
From Vaseline
When da phone ring
Da feds' listenin'

I'm up to da challenge. My foes quick ta dump
Young crooks dey wanna move up
Da lure of a buck

My head up on a swivel since a brotha blew up
Cause where we grew up
Ya girl a pump two in ya gut

Vamp
In my hood
It's life or death
These streets don't play

Down in da hood it's do-or-die
Make a bad move and you can lose your life

Repeat

CREEPIN'

CHORUS
Creepin' creepin' I'm part of the streets
And ima keep holdin' heat till im six feet deep

Preachin' preachin' I'm holdin' this beat
And ima keep the body rockin' from your head to your feet

Verse 1
I been so long on the street
I got scars where my soul used to be
From CP to LBC im a freak
And you can catch me by the side of the road
I make em scream make ya fall out ya jeans
'cause im a hood so clean in a '62
continental creep with a lean so mean
I can never be stopped even in dreams
Even fiends think about the way
I cook up the product I wont lie
I got devils pie piece of narcotics
And I been shot up getting caught up in the game
Do or die never wondered why
God gave me wings and ima fly
Can't keep my eyes dry when I think about
The drive by put my mans soul in the sky
One night in Bed-Sty
Ima keep on pushin keep on sellin my position
Im a blacktop magician
An attack dog im vicious
Im intelligent seditious
It's a dangerous condition

CHORUS

Try and touch me where im livin
'cause I know that I been givin gifts
im steady even with a fifth of Henny in me belly
im so gully I got Nelly yellin Hip Hop Hip Hop
don't stop undercover like Tupac
im makin' ya knees knock keep it all froze game caught
in a headlock sayin please don't stop
'til you reach the top and you got
5 lives to try make nothing different
and you get no independence
mind locked like 5th amendments
ima count you in attendance
only if you pay attention
I done told you I was st.john
Engine precision im dishin out the wishin
And im switchin what im hittin
Cause its serious

CHORUS

BRING IT ON (Clean)

Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please

Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects

Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game

Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked

Chorus

There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me

Chorus

What Mo'

Chorus
What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it

What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
Shut ya mouth boy

What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it

What mo you got
What mo you got
What mo

1st Verse
I don't know what you on but boy it got you stupid
Got ya whole family grievin' for thinkin' you can do it
Manana clouded ya mind- it come in clear when u HIT
They should a told ya well before ya shot, but ya blew it!

Come for my loot you been in pre-school-boy-I'm college
I pull too quick
.44 and 9 rounds spit

Man I sleep with a loaded gun
I stay on one
Tried to pull the caper now ya hangin' from a rope DONE!

I pump..pump..
2 a day chump
Hood king kill a rat
Pen tats That's wass up

Ya M.O. way too old
I know you dude
I movin' major weight across the interstate and you

Want my rep but you a fool
I jacked your mules
Come in ya hood, spit, and lift ya money and ya jewels

I'm bona fide you moldin'
Hate to have to hit ya wife
I know you know we meet again
I'll have to end ya life

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
So you wanna come get papa cool it's been tried before
I'm the one you wanna even the score
Hit my row you know I'm bustin' 'fore you get in tha door
Wanna be a gangsta but you just can't handle the gore

In a six foot pit
You and all the busters you come with
I'm gonna bury after my chrome Desert Eagle split ya dome quick
The beef's stopped after the tooly pop
Now the word around the block
Is yall pull and clap

Would a been clear to you
If you
Thought through
You would lose
Thought you'd bring da blues
To a do or die killa crew

Chose to test me and I blew my fuse
Left you in a coma
Livin' on a prayer
You'll never pull through

The mean green is the main thing
That get you youngstas hankering
I'll spank dat ass
Notorious the pain I bring

Always holdin' heat
The ruler of the block
Never scared
And I'll take anything you got

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Don dada keep 'em dizzy
You wanna come and peel me
I'm a G you a sizzy
Hit the don, no one can, FEEL ME!

Son, I felt your plot ya eyes revealed ya envy
Top flight on ya comers hit list
Now yall all think ya can end me

Cause me and my folks hooked up
Wit lbs. of coke cooked up
But ya telegraphed the punch so we struck

My gats bucked long and lit ya up like a December night (space)
Braggin to all ya folks, on dope, thinkin' u'd see me die

But I'm
Lean, Mean
Love to bleed
Bad Seed
Different Breed
Top rank and undefeated
Boy you can't touch me

Goodbye

Hook
Goodbye
You crossed the line
Cold facts, it's the very last time
It's over, please
Get on your knees
And say goodbye, say goodbye

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
Goodbye, It'll be a long winter
When wifey gets the news, I'll make sure to send her
A dozen black roses to commemorate
When a sucka comes to me then tries to play me late
I slid you fifty grand
Now you messin' with my money yo
I told you from the gate I'm quickly bitter and unstable
When it comes to dealin' wit 'em and they don't pay me mine
I find boxes that can fit em, watch their bravados decline

There's no fists
It's 4-5th's
Silenced with no prints
Tha lab kit's negative and there's no snitches
You can believe me not
It's a quick way to become the foundation of a parking lot

And for some reason (pause)
I see a lot of asphalt if your future (You hear what I'm sayin')
I'm a use you to send a message to the block
Let 'em know Mr. Grimm ain't playin' ( I got to get you!!)

Repeat Hook

2nd Verse

Goodbye
Are you cryin'?
Last night I heard you was braggin'
Don't deny it
Take it like a man, quit ya' whinin' and snifflin'
You took it too far, it's beyond a butt whippin'

Right now, I know you wish you could begin again
I thought you knew the street game
It's hard to win it when
You think you gotta crew but you're really on your own
I ain't worried about your bodyguards – they was on loan

See they owed me money
It didn't take much
I got people so close to you
Boy you could'a been touched
But I wanted to look you straight in your eyes
So you could see the glimmer on my face
As your life expired

Why you play me phony
You know me homey
If I just let you take my money
I'd be broke and lonely
And I can't have that
So whether friend or foe
You cross me in these streets you better know... (I'm coming for you!!)

Repeat Hook

3rd Verse

Are there any last words you would like to say
U betta man-up and accept your fate
Cause its over, done, your chapter's finally closed
Out of all the paths to travel
This is the road you chose
Don't blame me, its basic street philosophy
Rule #1, paragraph three
you take a gangsta's money
And you try to slide
You can run it's just a matter of time!!!

Repeat Hook 2X

Vamp

Don't play with my money, money
Oh no
Cause I'm a come for you, I've got to
I run these streets, I've gotta feed my crew

LOST MY MIND

CHORUS
I done lost my mind lord can you help me find it
Get down down come and turn around (repeat)

VERSE
With the.44 come through the door get dough
Snatch ends like a fiend know what I mean
Serpentine dreams my whole team seen things
You wouldn't believe jail tat's on the sleeve
Smuggling drugs in cavities these thugs be jugglin'
Hustling talking about pimps with bricks in the back
Of the whip I think quick in my mind so sick
That they wanna lock me up give me medicine
Like im a veteran seeing things I hallucinate
About plates made of platinum and I flatten them with flows
And I love those hoes where my nose goes lead me to the rainbow
Pot 'o gold bend down touch ya toes
But ya cannot hear me though
I love playa haters im ya mind invader

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I lost my train of thought it jumped the tracks jump back
Semi-automatic in the hands of a lunatic
Spittin counterfeit mamuscripts im poundin fists
Reading all them lyin lips I used to say stack chips but its played out like space ships
Old like them flows don't they know im low pro
I sneak no doz on the way to poconos
Smoking those sticky elbows drinkin mickeys with a straw
Quick on the draw smoke pall malls climb walls stand tall
If you can even stand at all im so close to an overdose in Soho
Fond foes and I make em witness im takin care of business
Im writin up a hit list sofit this bullet proof vest real close to ya chest
I hold a dart against ya neck and make ya hold ya breath
My best friend my homepiece my man is death
No time left no time for them threats this time
Ima get mine ima drink mad wine in the summertime
Im alive like theres 5 minutes left

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!!!!

WE FADED

Chorus
We faded rollin in the escaladed
We faded rollin with them crunked up ladies

Verse 1
We rollin deep and we downright nasty
Eyes all crooked and the fashion is ashy
Smoking on foot long blunts
Pullin stunts in the backseat
Tags on the whip say '83
I got aluminum fronts and I walk like a pimp
When you see me comin lights dim
Talking to a Mexican say you love
Them puerto Ricans 100%
Im here to freak em out they stash
I don't give up the cash
Got a big old burner underneath the dash
Loaded with a quick clip and them big mouth
Big talk suckas don't say ish
But im cool like the pillows of them eskimoes
Got to pull down low to drop the ride I smash toes
Style on pro
Hands on froze
Hand me the microphone in a b-boy pose

Chorus

Verse 2
Laser scope jump rope move pounds of dope
Its pathetic how the product in the hood is narcotics
Spot it and I gotta get it glove that the hand fit
Faded like a flat top legit
We in the spot lookin downright classy
Mama come and ask me clean or he nasty
Comin with his team lookin mean and flashy
Aint got a minute to admit it im a gangsta
Getting rid of competition in the battle c'mon
Getting 6 figures for this song
I aint worried bout nothing cause im faded
Youre whole style and your flow is outdated
Keeping it on point I be lovin them ladies
Rollin in a black 600 mercedes
Swerving like Mel did in Malibu
Sippin on rum I aint no bum

Chorus

Pull em out toast and I bang bang it
Got nothing on the books
(mumbles)

C YA IN THA CLUB

CHORUS
See you in the club roll up deuce deuce
Ya got me so loose like a 100 proof
Smoking that dub right there in the booth
Spotlight shinin on my diamond tooth

VERSE 1
Swerving sippin syrup turning up the wrong way sippin Bombay
Ounce of that good californi-a my papers straight
Gotta move that weight chick chick bow please don't get in my way
Im real chillaxed but I just don't play
See me on the cover of a mag someday
I script hits flip get paid chicks on tip get laid
Slip fat bricks don't trip that fits lips spread thick
Im sick like Rick on the tape now hold up wait a minute
The club look right with you up in it
Dj spin it ima hit then I quit it
But im so smooth got a bottle of champagne
I show and prove

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Hey girl let me get up in ya world
Let me stroke them curls ask ya girls
If they wanna rock get up in the yacht tonight
I go so slow cause im nasty im a pro
I smoke like c-lo and those other brothers know
I got whole teams in kitchens cookin up that snow
A man gotta eat roll Bentleys roll up the sleeves
Pull out the heat this aint a video cuz
Keep it on the street hand me that blunt ima start to chief
I love ya girl specially when ya freak
Time to sneak back in the club we so twisted

CHORUS

VERSE 3
That mammy look so saucy
Classy on the street but you a freak
Let me put you on my dime
For about a week cause you a dime piece
Sexy text me then caress me
Baby I got plenty left
Let me get dressed cuz im fresh to death

CHORUS

THIS IS MY BLOCK

Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------

Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping

Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!

Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you

You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot

Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!

Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt

Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you

You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot

Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!

Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!

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

LET'S RIDE

CHORUS
LET"S RIDE
Gotta hit the street – we packin' heat – we movin'
LET'S RIDE
Got the AK cocked, it's ready to pop – let's do it
LET'S ROLL
We comin' for ya – gunnin' for ya
So LET'S RIDE – Let's RIDE

VERSE 1
Gotta creep down the street when I hold the heat
Pop pop them drop them off of they feet
Ghetto chicks love it when I drop the beat
Tell em dirts done better hide the gun
Out on the stoop like what what
Officer ima have to duck
Straight out of luck better pass the buck
Aint nobody doin no gangsta ish
Im an educated thug I aint dangerous
Soon as popo done leave the spot
Better bet in a minute im cocked and locked
Hop in the whip 300 dropped
But it aint in my name if I get cold caught
Caught a bid once so I cant get dropped
It's a gangsta thing hit low when I swing
Got about 5 chicks waitin for that ring
Spend funny money like it aint no thing
Hook that cook that thing up
Better get blinged up
If you wanna ride with me
Gotta take control
Like an animal im on parole I don't pay the toll
Rolex on froze cuz I love them hoes
Made em arch they back as they touch they toes

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Got that dough betta bet we froze
Sippin on Veuve Cliquot you know
Cant mess with this in a 9 by 6
Shut them lips and it better be quick
2 holes in the chest start to switch
rap about it when I put it on the mix
make a hit stack bricks I am legit
I will click click then pow!
Chicks on the tip take one then flip
Out the back door when im done with it
Go to the show when they climb them poles
Better believe you wont get no dough
On the dance floor man out of control
On the blow when they pop the roll
Ak cocked so don't talk no mo
Smoke then roll nice and slow
Creepin up with he black tint windows
Better duck when you see me on the go
Yes yes get that get that fresh fresh
Hit that hit that hold the smoke
No beginner no choke
Roll up the dutch that's what I wrote
Ima pop the clutch I don't shoot no dope
Put a lazer scope on top of the do'

CHORUS

Verse 3
Blast ya gat ya off ya feet
I never rush im all low on the street
Keep it cool like luke cuz im ready to shoot
Lay down on the ground look what I found
Yeyo in the trunk man about a pound
I could flip that yo thats how I get down
Gotta get that dough then I pass it out
Gotta maintain without a doubt
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Chalk it up then I cook it up
Rock it up up then I hook it up
Gotta get dirty bills man that's wussup
Pour a sip on the ground for the soldiers told ya
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas

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

Booty Shakin'

Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow

Repeat 1X

Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip

I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'

You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!

Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes

Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!

U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs

Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!

"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl

"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!

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

What u Lookin at?

Chorus
What you lookin' at - boy you better watch yourself - leave with your health
What you lookin' at - you ain't never seen a G. before, now that's for sure
Yeah what you lookin' at - time's up, better turn and run - feel my gun
Yeah what you lookin' at - what you lookin' at

1st Verse
What you lookin' at fool
I'm hot tempered and I'm cruel
Have you duckin' mini missles as they spittin' out my tool

I'm not the one you wanna mess wit'
You can get lit
I'm the one they come to
When they want gangstas hit

A cold-hearted savage
Doing much damage
If you ever try to cross
I'll fry you up like cabbage

Boy I'm way too sick
Roll wit' a grimy clique
I decide I'm coming for you
I won't quit...

..Until
You hide or peel
Or you eat some steel
You playin' but I'm an old school G for real

Roll wit' a.44
Soon as I hit tha do'
They all get ta scatterin'
They already know

That I'm a killa man and I don't play
If you like ya livin' homey
Stay out my way

Savor revenge and I ain't got no love
Got a collection on my wall of G's mauled and stuffed

I carry major stacks
Won't hesitate to clap
Blow out ya back, Dog
Who you lookin' at?

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Dog, you must be crazy
Thinkin' you gon' play me
Cause I'm kinda chubby and my eyes a little lazy

I've dealt with cats like you before
Twist ya wig back and jack ya 'Lac
Outside the corner store

In broad daylight
Somehow no witness though

You shoulda listened to 'em
Boy they told you so

I should wear a black cape
Look at all this yellow tape
I got tha munchies off these herbs and you look like yellow cake

I told you boy don't mess wit' me
Specialize in kidnappin', grand larceny

Cross me then ya done
I always carry my gun
You hate the street life
Man I do it for fun

You see me boy it's best you duck
I'm the one to bring tha blues
Homey that's wassup!

A 10 megaton bomb waiting to erupt
A cold-hearted demon
I don't give a (What!!!)

Like to wear black
Love to blast and scrap
I'll put you on ya back
Can you handle that?

Repeat Chorus
What you lookin' at
My nickel-plated nine?
Boy you don't want that
You gonna mess around and get ya scull cracked
E'ry time you in my zone
I'm smellin' kit-kat
Playa get back

I'm movin' major keys
This ain't no rivalry

You mean nothing to me dog
You'll be a casualty

Of a misguided ego and a thirst for fame

There was 19 before you and yaw all was lameAll you heard was a crack
Then all you saw was black
You shoulda thought of who you was mean muggin' at

You never met a G as raw as me
Take bums like you out constantly

Repeat Chorus

We Rollin'

Intro
I don't know how many times I have to tell you cowards.

Hook

We Rollin'
Step aside when we on the street
We Rollin'
Watch what you say, cause we pack heat
We Rollin'
So if you wanna come get at the dog
Get at me dog!! Anytime, we can set it off!!

We Rollin'
Step aside when we on the street
We Rollin'
Watch what you say, cause we pack heat
We Rollin'
So if you wanna come get at the dog
Get at me dog!!
Anytime, we can set it off!!

1st Verse
Listen
I done lived my whole life in these streets
14 years old with nothin' to eat
No where to sleep
I had to learn to ride for mine
Rain or shine
I was grindin' back when U was in yo crib reclinin'

You could never feel my pain!!!
Nobody's ever seen a smile on my face – it's not a game!!!
So if you ever think you wanna come get at the dog- GET AT ME DOG!!!
We gutta livin' – We KEEP IT RAW!!

'Dis street life ain't nothing like what you see on TV
U seen a couple movies now you think you wanna be me
YOU COULD NEVER BE ME! (note: stacked with reverb)
Stay blowin' on trees
Don't get it twisted dog, I love to bleed!!
You hard, go head ignore this warning and bend my block
You dealin' wit a guerilla – a life full of hard knocks
Better think twice when it cross ya mind
Just remember
You puttin' ya life on da line!! Cause we...

Repeat Hook

2nd Verse
Ya got everybody in da hood talkin'
Whenever U ready to walk you talk Playa...
Be about it, but I doubt it
(I STAY 20 DEEP!!!)
So many soldiers in my squad
I promise that within a week I'll have you losin' sleep
Run thru ya, den put two to ya
Take a ride through yo hood
They'll say they never knew ya
I'll be holdin the paper you foldin'
I never chose to be the Don of the streets
Playa, I was CHOSEN!!!

You'll be wishin you could rewind tha clock
They always wanna pull me back and I was tryin to stop
So many pretenders I'm 'a lose my mind (pause)
Watch yo step young dummy Cause U runnin' outta time!!

Yea I know you punk ass family from around the way
I dealt with yo brother way back in tha day
I served him I don't wanna have to serve you too
I'm thru talkin' chump
DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO! (Cause I'll be...)

Repeat Hook

Vamp (Sung)

Life if is so hard on my block
Stay grindin' all that time
Streets stay hot
How many times I gotta tell ya
We don't play
Hold heat
Stay grimey all day

Repeat 4X with adlibs entering on 2X

THREE STRIKES U OUT

Chorus
One, Two, Three Strikes U Out!

Verse 1
Bread Winner
Dope Getter
No betta'

U betta'
Go getta'
Kevlar Sweater

If you think you gonna test my neezies?
Please these rounds 'll come whistlin' by like a freezing breeze
Ya breezy 'll be left without her baby's Deezy
Wit' ya grandmother on her knees pleading weakly!

You don't want it
Don't do it
It's a loser son
Ya plan 'll have me leanin' out the window dumpin'
Don't let ya mouth get you into something
You never could imagine
It ain't worth the funkin'

I stay heated
Don't make me make you eat it homey
The O.G. told me just to hussle it up
Be ready to bust!!
Too many thugs plottin' on my paper
I get that feelin'
I'll just take her... Ya Mom! Ya Girl!
Can't afford expensive friction
My twin Nines 'll have ya head in the wind twistin'!

Repeat Chorus

Looked up
Couldn't duck
Quick enough
It's tough tryna hussle me? What?
I keep the Quality connected
But if you disrespect
I'll let 'em fly free
"On your knees!"
So many casualties
You little wannabees
It's really best you be easy!
Don't believe fat meat's greasy?

When I turn da corner of ya block in black
Keed, me with three patnas and the AK Straps
Perhaps,
You'll remember the jewel
Blessed ya but you chose to ignore the schoolin'

Second strike homey and I wish you much luck
Believe me! The drama's so beneath me
Discreetly, I'm a end it all
Come and get it all
After all
You don't want to brawl
Mayhem 'til they all crawl!

That's a real Thug anthem
There ain't no talkin'
We just clap 'em!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!

You don't want it with me
I'm a G for real

You don't really want it
You don't want it
You don't really want it

Ventilate ya brains
Burn ya house & peel!

You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!

I know one thing, my heart ain't pumping
Koolaid, you minimum wage
Boy, wit' dis gauge

Come on out ya house!
It'll be ya last mistake Hey!

SPILLIN BLOOD

CHORUS
How much blood you gotta spill to make it stop
Cant be like big and pac dying for hip hop

VERSE 1
I found some inspiration when my heart started racin
Erasin the fact im patient shouldnta messed with the Haitians
Take a permanent vacation it only takes one word to be said
It only takes one word to be said it only takes cold steel to the head
It only takes a trigger finger to be pulled
It only takes one bullet to be dead
Foreign infiltrators debaters about the politics
We turn intelligence into some haters 'stead of college kids
A bitter pill to swallow people getting locked up
White kids black kids asian kids Dominicans
Diminishin an image used to be B-boys

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I wonder why some of the best die wild wild west style
Preachin' wisdom in the same breath talking guns
What could of become of some if they didn't die young
And dumb they'd make a phenomenon no bomb on rhamadan
And on Sundays we could rest no bullet proof vests
Call us what you want we just have to express these feelings
Of equality from off the chest
Now breathe conceive the world we weave
When we stop spillin blood then we start being free
We got a cerebellum for a reason
Time to turn the seasons when I make it to the top
Then I praise hip hop

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

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!

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

BUST OUT

CHORUS

Bust out why saying something
What you need something
Make you bleed some gimme a reason
Then ill freeze em then ill leave em screaming in the street

VERSE 1

Bust out of the gate straight waitin for a fool to approach
Then I burn em like toast I don't mean to boast but you cant get close
See those homies in the window with the finger on the trigger
I know you think big but my crew thinks bigger
How you think the lifers in the joint get high
One guard has product others turn a blind eye
If you try to interrupt then you know you gonna die
Soldiers in the street never gonna ask why movin pounds of product
From Bronx to bed-stuy put it in the trunk act crunk
We drunk in the club nearly every night
Dip in the whip 500 lookin tight takin care of business
In the city tonight gotta heater for your ass if you aint lookin right
Uptown downtown all around town

CHORUS

VERSE 2

I peel off caps like I was a bald head
Was it something that I said make you crawl back into bed
I got a lead missile comin at ya pop pop
Then im in the street when they all drop drop
Got no love for cops they say stop stop
I know they profilin when they stop and see me smiling
Don't get caught in long island unless your papers straight
I been known to move weight from state to state
Been known to rock a mic make the crowd vibrate
Learned from a young age I was meant to take the stage
But I still got rage to make the front page don't think that
I slipped so im soft if its on then im off that's why im paid
Sharp as a razor blade that's why im paid
Uptown downtown all around town

CHORUS