A liasion was apart of my biography
No persuasion fortunate not to begin from pervasion
Calculation high in this aristocracy
Clownish emcees got me feeling like a comedy
Repeated knee slapping 'til I can't take it
All the melanin in my skin I'm feeling like I can't make it
I got dreams and I'm feenin' for more
Until I get followed by the clerk around the liquor store
Afraid to cop a scratch off
Cause that could be my last straw
Waiting to put a bullet through my black jaw
I'd rather grab a book than a four fifth
The antagonists and conflicts never once absent

Interceptions that I feel are habitual
Join the dearly departed or will I touch residuals?
Neighborhood's popping, my mental is toxic
All the assurance remains chronologic

Trials and torments
The OG's kept me straight to avoid the precint
Trials and torments
The nickel and dimin' never made sense
Trials and torments
Breaking my back just to make rent
Trials and torments
What more can I give?
Trials and torments
I'm just trying to live

Great measures that cannot be exactly spelled
Pressure to the mythical odds worthless to prevail
Gravity of essence for a young black male
Witnessing smiles, foreseeing catastrophic trails
Changing to a statistic from a hollow stray
Six feet presentable since they fear my DNA
But I will rise higher in my baggy attire
Skydive through the fire til they hail me as sire
Extreme devotion is a part of the blame
Persevering sworn enemies that is a part of my frame
Ready and willing with a lot of energy
Defying to turn the tide of all the latter centuries

Trials and torments
Trials and torments
Trials and torments
What more can I give?
Trials and torments
I'm just trying to live

They want a little bit but I'm too complex
The haunt's a riddled skit inside of my mindset
The irony quite inspiring with closed lips
But I'm way too passionate just to digress
Playing games way back to days passed like recess
Taking aim to stray crafts with the finesse
He renewed my interior, switched the ambiance
Not always black and white, elevate some nuance
They wanna reduce my value low like a coupon
Gets passed down for the duration like a baton
Frustrated when I can't figure out what you on
Invading buds and aux cords with this new song
You try to pin point, way too predictable
Faultfinders and sideliners are too critical
No missteps, even redundance is pivotal
Only a sample of bits and pieces is what I'm giving you

Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Many angles to dissect, they ain't gotta clue

Cognizant of your prominence, it won't undersell
Promising but the dominance takes a farewell
Providing the whole but clueless to your worth
Lowtide so they can't catch the wave on your stellar surf
I like the boom bap followed by an asterisk
I like the trap melodics mixed with the ratchetness
I like the summer season minus the humidity
I'm free to live but not a slave to my liberty
Get a portion depending on the day of the week
Confidence crossed with inheritance for the low and meek
First glance may not appear what it seems
Windows to your soul only a scrap of ample dreams
You try to pin point, way too predictable
Faultfinders and sideliners are too critical
No missteps, even redundance is pivotal
Only a sample of bits and pieces is what I'm giving you

Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Many angles to dissect, they ain't gotta clue
You can't pick up what you don't understand
Too complex to leave bits and pieces upper hand
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
You can't pick up what you don't understand
Too complex to leave bits and pieces upper hand

JACKING THIS BIT (CLEAN)

VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like a dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do

CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit u like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bit

VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit

BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem sucka boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bit!

CHORUS

OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bit

__________________________

JACKING THIS BITCH (EXPLICIT)

VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do

CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit you like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bitch

VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch

BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem lil fuck boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bitch!

CHORUS

OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bitch

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

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

This Is War

Chorus
This is war - Better watch your back, sucker
It's the end of the world as you know it
This is war - It's gonna be a bad mutha
It's Armageddon, boy, we gonna show ya
This is war - This is war

Intro Break
This is War!!... You should'a never let it come to this!!

1st Verse
You'll never catch me sleepin'
A sawed-off when I'm creepin'
Heartbreakin' to ya mama when it sink in
Because 'a all ya barkin'
And the major drama you started
Her favorite baby boy is soon her dearly departed

You bustas know we run these streets
In da pen a 1000 men wit evil grins we even drop da police
Now you suckas messed around and took food off my kids table
So you've made me resurrect an old fable

I'm tha Big BAD WOLF!!
And I have to bring your house down
I command a crew of killas
We don't play around

We pack mo' gats and tear drop tats
Serve and collectin' stacks
Exterminatin you rats

Don't Trip..... We keep an arsenal for our foes
......Spittin' mini missles through car doors in droves

Couldn't a made a worse mistake when you messed with me
It's all good for ya hood it's a CATASTROPHE!!!

Repeat Chorus

2nd Intro Break

You could a never imagined The destruction and chaos I'm a bring!!!

2nd Verse
You never contemplated what you were in for
Sent Juli, Pac, and BETA
Blew up ya corner store

Molotoved ya favorite restaurant and peppered ya car
Snatched ya baby's mama
Sent her earlobe back in a jar

I had to get ya cousins and ya brotha up in da joint
My soldiers sharpened their shanks dat night
And gave 'em the point

Cut 'em up durin' a riot
Wit nowhere to go
Homey you know the game
You reap what you sow

Now ya body guards is missin'
Ya major shipments missin'
All ya streets is burnin'
PayBACK and now you're wishin'

Dat you'd just played ya position
Lurkin' behind white teeth
Wanted to take my seat
But can you take this heat?

Now all ya people's duckin'
When dese AK rounds is lickin'
Ya top soldier's chicken
and ya corner boys is strippin'

We bring hard knocks
We gon' bend you blocks
'Til u meet my 2 gats cocked
Boy this war won't stop!!!
Repeat Chorus

Statement
Your world as you know it has come to an end
It don't matter how long it takes
I'm gonna destroy everything you care about
Everything you've built
Everything thing you thought you owned... IS MINE!!
There's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide!!

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

Police Goin' Down

Chorus
Police goin' down
They gonna feel my pain
I hear a siren
It's makin' me insane

Police goin' down
Cause killin' brothas gotta stop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop

Verse 1
Why we always funkin wit da boys in blue?
Them cowards always come around harrassin' duke
Make me wanna grab the sawed-off and bust
They betta wear dey vests
Because in guns we trust
We great the triple K's wit da AK's
Homey's on da roof pot shottin' e'ry day Aye Aye!
Punk police protect our neighborhood?
Wit dey boots on our necks
Boy I wish dey would
Try to Rodney King me
See me on TV
Face down 8 cops
When I gave up at Freeze!
But a young brotha's life means next to nothin'
To these donut eatin' chumps
They can think we bluffin'
Whether blood or cuzin'
It's our time for huntin'
Let me tell you wick-wack rollers some'n
We tired of shakedowns and brutality
We'll protect and serve ourselves you da enemy

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
The ghetto bird's roamin'
I can hear the shots
As here dey come again
Terrorizin' the block
Who gave dese leeches the authority
To steal our civil rights keep us on our knees
If I'm chillin' on da corner- with the gang injunction
I'm in an orange suite
It takes a lot of gumption
To treat a whole race
Like dey caught a case
I know dem cowards love it
It's all on day face
It's terror on the streets
Yet they screamin' peace
There'll never be peace wit the blitzkrieg police
They'll run up in ya house and start sprayin' bullets
A no-knock search made my grandma pull it
Poorly executed rip on an informant's tip
Wadn't no drugs in her house
She was 86
When dey finally hit the news that night on CNN
I smell a cover-up
Dem boyz is at again!

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3
Undercover police
The harassment won't cease
I know dey tryna get me
That's why I tote heat
When da cops is comin'
Hollow-points we dumpin'
I'm tryna leave 'em front seat of da car slumpin'
You gotta understand the pain
400 years of pillagin'
Slavin' wit no gains
We tired of eatin' dirt
Plenty bills but no work
You can call it what you wanna
They dirty! – The Truth Hurts

Repeat Chorus

PLAYIN' DIRTY

Chorus
Playin' Dirty
When we ridin'
Playin' Dirty
When we clubbin'
Playin' Dirty
We be comin'
Playin' Dirty
C'mon

Verse 1

Po-Po's always tryna catch us ridin' dirty
What's up derty?
It's time to flip this birdie
Columbian stacks in the safe
We tryna make a bundle add the bakin'soda to it den you shake it
After you chop and separate it
You' ridin' dubs thru the town
Let the suckas hate it!
Associates in every state
But be careful cause the streets is watchin' all the money that you make, wait!!

We Bossin'
Don't get it twisted when we flossin'
We'll take it to the mats
We love to hear the sounds of the muzzle crack
Boy you don't want that
We'll pop the trunk and twist your cap back
We countin' money like the NASDAQ – it's too much
We keep the baddest broads – for two months
We been lounging down by the water in San Drope
Rubbin' on big booties
That's how big boys play hey!

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
When it's mission time
There ain't a lot of barkin'
We get on our grind
A couple blunts we get to sparkin'

Our intelligence is better than the CIA
Assets watchin' your everymove, everyday

When it's time to launch the attack
I carry the MAC
Budda got the AK and we both wearin' black
We creep real slow
Before you know it
You feeling like you floatin'- the world receding below, it's
Not a dream
Boy you've passed away
My motto's "Best ya pull it, instead of taking a bullet!"
So you little rat punks get it straight
We the grimiest click no mistake

Homey take ya time and get ya weight up
You tryna come for mine?
Have you lost your mind?
Betta ask somebody,boy I run this city
Another young G gone what a pity!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit

DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!

WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
All I gotta do is give 'em the word- you' finished!

GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit

DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!

WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
We'll wipe y'all all out it's a dirty business!

Repeat Chorus

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

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

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

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

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

DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)

INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy

VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings

CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling

VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish

CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game

BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling

CHORUS 1

______________________________________

DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)

INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy

VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings

CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling

VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish

CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game

BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling

CHORUS 1

Now set it off, one, two, the crew gets wild
Crack a a 40's not a smile, yah that's my style
Recognize the real, watch out for spot rushers
You know the deal, we pack steel for the busters

Ain't afraid to bust, snakes get touched
Jokers get yoked up in the cobra clutch
I get props on the boulevard and ave
Don't mind whoever front hard they scabs

On the real, the streets got my back, no doubt
Shutting down wack crews tryna take me out
Gotta maintain the devil's always watching
Try to catch me sleeping have me laying in a coffin

I got shells that'll rock your bells
A cut creator if it don't catch you in the lapel
Hold it down for the team nahmean,
Even if we do dirt, yo we coming off clean

CHORUS:
Hold it down for the team
Even if we do dirt, we get away clean
Hold it down for the team
Even if we do dirt, we get away clean

Hold the crown, that's how it's going down
Thorough in the borough getting props and pounds
Respect that, keeping wack crews in check
Keep the tech clean so the techiques correct

Stay strapped up, that's wassup
You never know who gonna roll up try to get the whole crew capped up
Suckas wanna violate, the master plan
So we snap back like a rubber band

Fam first, brothers on the block holding glocks
When worse comes to worse, let off the first shot
Let'em know it's the team, and we out for the cream
Even if we do dirt, yo we coming off clean

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

WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT

CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty

I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?

VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama

Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough

Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?

Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue

You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?

CHORUS

VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!

Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!

Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!

You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!

BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do

The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!

CHORUS

It's Gettin' Nasty

Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here

We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here

1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!

Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing

Repeat Chorus

HOT IN THE CLUB

CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line

VERSE 1

Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay

CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line

VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet

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'