of thieves, earth's third seed Heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the street If Luther preached it, look at the thugs holding heat In the city
Stark edition, rock christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york city The four-
city hood or you're just country bammer When, afraid our records would hit the top ten But they're illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scorn Born
to me and BIG meet again, yeah Curry going, hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer
about impressing bitches And stressing bitches, While I'm testing bitches game Undressing bitches and caressing bitches And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels What I'm dealing
what's up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the
in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
gun lyrics, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin' and dead
picked up the phone the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on Now that you're dead on gone (
ain't down with the clown I say what I want, whatever I feel Fuck your big contract record deal Paper ain't shit, you is amongst the dead Dark carnival
birds with one stone You're laying in the street with a bullet in your dome And to those hillbillies listening down south Talk shit about the city with
it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
up in yo gang I'm givin a fuck I be the one thats gunnin for fun Sin City gang with a ?? You can hang with the Sin City gang Fuck no I'm ridin dirty
chest whide open wit it Well nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks Should've known the deal while you was
'Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand I was born around gangstas, hustlers and killers Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla In the city
a mouthful of poker chips To get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hips And never gotta tell her many lies I been lookin in the city skies