the wrong brothers and end up dead You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin' This little town is
Nana Nana Nana Niiiiii Nana Nana Nana Niiiiii Yo I am a rapper slash nang singer song writer from when i was a younger even up to this day Man trying
in this game seem to change Trust, honesty and devotion And money, money, money is the poison potion There's no way that I can even say that this game
, your highness I tear your sinus with this gun powder Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear, this is real, niggas Here is the deal, you clear in this
don't know them hoes I don't fuck with them hoes I know this sucka from the suburbs Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts Tried to get Project Pat caught up in this
so he can get inside the throne I guess the nigga like my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch I'm fucking niggaz all daily baby ain't gotta snitch Strong
these cases (This ya boy Yo Gotti!) Niggas been tellin' The streets been beggin' So I had to go back to the basics (INE) [Verse 1:] This the end coat
blocks where he rocking a feds like J Electronica drop and make this a lock if he promises where the heart is whether Jesus or Mohammad regardless of where the Mosque is
knock on the door like let's finish this [Police storm room] [Royce Da 5'9" talking] This life is about honor, respect but more importantly this life is
end So take a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend Then send it to your kin or whoever care 'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever there Yeah, real talk, this is
, street niggaz We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (The streets is watchin') C'mon, yeah, we makin' plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (The streets is
is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today
tha end ya it is yo to all tha bitches buy my mutha fuckin cd u dum ass snitches nore ] and we out!
invade your block major Spots been taking his time for move making Mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking Cream is the theme of this wicked
bust right Like my guns is racin', muthafucka, don't you know I Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme
[Operator] This is the MCI operator I have a collect call from..DREAMER Who is an inmate in a California State prison To accept charges press 5 now {beep
show you, I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin' from, I understand it This been goin' on forever dog, it's no end Life is like
the waist line, money in the suit case Drop it in a cool place Everything is gravity This is for streets, cause my hood is my family Haha [Chorus] [