got game like Ennis I can French-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence Lord have mercy, it's too much funk to cope with Droppin' dope shit after dope
old folks were respected Kids talkin' back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse out old
I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a dope fiend Tryin' to get high
2] This gon be the realest shit I ever wrote Off the record, no camera's, forget a quote Some of my family doing good, most doing dope I from Virginia
murder, sound synonymous to burner Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin' for air, front seats of truck So who the fuck want me to press on they luck, bastard
his millions and his mansion And his sorrow he's always drowning in And the dad that he never had And how his childhood was so bad And how his mom was a dope
gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one see's my vision when I play it for 'em They just say it's whack, they don't know what dope
so grey and black Hope I just need a ray of that Cause no one sees my vision when I play it for 'em They just say its wack But they don't know what dope
your gangs March in a circle man, muscle up until you strain Project Pat and Juicy J them niggas with them gold fangs Yes we keep the lightest dope,
a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me... [Kool G Rap] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of bastards, bangin
stacks" You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see? I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful But this bastard's flow will bash a skull And I will cut
relentless Like, a murder job and forgettin' the consequences Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue
bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a dope
sweat, grab my Tec, I'm hopeless All my homies pullin on roaches of foul coaches Or loud explosives, return to the hood like the child Moses A bastard
roll I play the block and stroll Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin Choppin for dough, prophecise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope
bums pass, askin' for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit goin' down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn They say he's the bastard
The federales wanna see me dead, niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed 'em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will
ya chin 11, 12, man, I'll see you in hell I handle tools like hammers and wrenchs Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it, metal or plastic? Disrespect your fam, bastard