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Taking Norcal Back
I been around longer than T-Payne, T-Lane is where its at aight?
Lyrics
HOOK
let me show you how i get down
adderall alcohol how i get down
play hard live large how i get down
unrenowned underground, how i get down
this ones for the club as i get down
adderall alcohol how i get down
play hard live large how i get down
after that understand how i get down
its a done deal once my blood pressure builds
and my tempurature rises watch yo blood spill
whats real, i got a 9 mill that will
evacuate the buildin faster than a five drill
i strike fast homie put up ya white flag
and before yo eyes il make ya life flash
how i concured rap i know u like that
fuck with me or my crew watch my 9 blast
knice tlane like a montana to rice pass
cuz i be doin it all day and u know its like that
when my pipe glass is filled with the right grass
rip me off and then il grab my knife and stab
through u like its voodoo then il move u
fill yo mouth with my doodoo my plan is full proof
i do the damn thing way better than youd do
let me school u cuz if u get on stage u know they will boo you
HOOK
i aint a rival of bibles, writer / sniper
inside-a-rap cyphers, mic's a black rifle
hit like cyclones, spit like typhoon's
wild as bar-rooms, versatile as cartoons
I do get props, from major labels
get watched like pots on a stove-top, haters
get clocked, fading like the tick-tock, tick-tock
of the fakest, little-kid watch breakin'
the greatest, you ain't in the range of this
t-lane and k-nice, two names of the best
in game, put the blame on the crazy in-depth
entertainment, I bless energetically, my chest
sped-up from the mix in my veins of drugs
fed-up with this shit from the latest thugs
get-up when I rip it, cuz I mangle em, nothing
is enough to tango with the banger's I brung them you aint nothin!
HOOK
it's the most dangerous, entertainer with
twin nickel plated bangers that clang a bit
when hangin on my hip and my aim with them
is pretty dang sick in any range within
reason... spit flames, ya breathin quit
have you hangin in the places the angels live
layin on the pavement, ya pancreas
up by ya face and shit, make you sick
hollow point tips in a stainless clip
drain every major vein from ya brain to shins
quicker than any agent in the Matrix is
dippin in a civic with some angry kids
swift lane navigation made you miss
and this bullet proof tint, have you pullin to *click*
maim your bitch with a razor, kissin'
really won't be the same when her face is missin
