Lyrics:
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward
All my
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in
My hood smoked moes and all the real gangsta
Ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
replying
Boys throwin' signs bout to start a fuckin' riot
Bangin', niggas real gangstas in the M-Town
But I'm from the A so this the type of shit I been
the region
To help save the city from the carnage (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm too big for these lil' niggas who talkin' that yap
I don't like or follow none
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
you gone (Die!)
When you live by the stick
You die by the stick
Choose and pick
Switchin' sides
Like ya granny grab the switch
Slide if you ride or die
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
We out, P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
We boyz
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
rock shit
And uh
I love that shit, I listen to that shit a lot, um
But, Gangstas Paradise
And then shortly after that I think it was 1st of the Month by
girl then I think you should warn her
In my direction just know that I'm on her
She wanna come to 1st smoke by the water
So many bucks almost thought I
give em nothing but the city feel
Funnel Bambu and 990,s that’s a city feel
You can tell by the way that I walk I gotta city feel
The voice
stay and the fake sees heat
Gangstas lay low, get the queso and everyday breathe deep
But when the day goes all the broads out cause the baby's sleep
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach
Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach
Baby Gangsta is my
dying on the day I drove out my hometown
Bloom I stand by the
Cuz I am not a fan of
Blown off the realest dandelions
Butterflying by the G
AZ rhymed
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
the pudding ain't I?
Since my days of St. Ides
Pullin' out box cutters to bang opps who ain't us
To Bentley Continentals, see the man I is
Hand-to-hand
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