Lyrics:
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
still don't see what I'm capable of
Hackers attack, did you miss - the - news
Exaggerate facts til they're misconstrued
Let's play a game, dial up NORAD
Let's go, we ain't playin' games no mo
New flow, say it ain't so
Reice got too many tracks in the bag, code Red nigga Leez back in the lab
Pardon my
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
By The Trap I Cannot Go Cap Understand Me They Roll Up cnd cct Like c Fam i Handle My Bussiness I Been In The Hustle I'm Deep cnd They Call Me Rakeem
Educational voids and second-class
Citizenship that still exist in many
Backsliding areas of our own country when
We've cleaned up these blemishes
Then we can
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond
pull up in a tank
C Murda shooter knew a pill on the way
Still sleeping, you and six niggas the the room
Rich niggas coming through you broke niggas
to stick the rap game up
No mask and beretta ugh
Whipping a Rove
Whip Whipping a Rover
80k cash in this bitch
If your bitch ride wit me it's over
Whipping
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
Big croc, I be ready finna munch on em
Got subbed in and I had to make it happen
Leveled up by surprise, so I started really trapping
I'm with Cash,
cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em
the pain don't cease
How I still break down when I see they old G's
They lost a son n***a we lost some Z's
Streets took my heart away took it by 3s
This
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
homies I could tell wasn't for me
Now days you can just catch me by my lonely
Fuck around link up with some Niggas getting money
In and out of different
praying he forgive my sins Even in a bucket still spin it like I'm in a Benz stop by the sto urban connection ion follow trends raised by them older heads
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
Lesson is.. make you lesser of
If you lessen up...my money
Need a dubb gimme twenty
No shorts.. I'm tall nikka
I coach and ball nikka
Get shit in like
Black tint, cover my face
Tay K whip, its a race
Fuckin her right to da bass
Put a hoe right im her place
Big Guns all in da safe
Red beam right
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
heat shining on my face
Its a joy being blinding by the rays
Still I gotta go dig in my case
Pull the rays out now I'm on my way
Like tires
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