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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,779
Peak in subgenre #283
Author
Robin Herrera
Uploaded
October 20, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:44
Lyrics
hu motha,
yo i 've been murderer since jason drop,
3 foot five, walked around with a cromed-out glock,
friday da 13th, best believe the block was hot,
learn to slice nga's up , then i learned to plot,
i'm telling you ! from this movie i learned alot,
went up to the block, empty out the parking lot,
learned the difference between getting stabbed'a an shot,
so i copped my self and ammunation infested glock,
nga's want'a test it , expect the rocks,
this a burner, they coming out the lava pot, the lava po?, the lava pot?, YEah the lava pot
i leave ya on da slums , leave ya to rot,
then bounce right quick , b4 the moon light drop,
cuz when the sunz out, they gon c ya eyeball drop,
that's how i learned bout homicides , the feds and cops,
i C'n lot's mamaz cry, pulling my glock, making' em pop,
so i said ima try, robbing a shop,
then it won't be my fault if the nga get shot,
self defense, the witness won't even get to watch,
swear To GOd, i c'n THem mawfawkas all drop,
cuz i'm trying not kill , over every drug that i sell,
every beef that i deal, or the bank robbing milz,
i'm too used nga, to C'n blood spill,
come nga, Charles manson betta chill,
i'm the one out here, i'm da one whos real,
you behind barz nga, no gourmet mealz,
octopuss everyday , shit is rEAl,
mothafucka, that 's the reason I steal,
ain't trying to eat bullshit, i want it straight of the grill,
i just wanna live my life and chill,
i dont' wanna ngas to pop that beef,
ima just send ya body, let it head out to sea,
then the copz find ya , pull ya head out the sea,
i'm sick , my rhymez is deceazed,
you could neva beef wit me , you gotta ask politely,
cuz you could neva eat fa free, you gotta run ya nikez,
i'm fucked up , might as well call me a junkie,
i'll be around ya hood , robbing ng'z monthly,
right by the store , so i'll neva get hungry,
might as well buy a house, and drop it in ya own hood,
and the crack is out , so it's all going be good, (pure pure')
picturing myself in my kitchen, with the coke to cook,
come on nga, i'm real while you puss,
if we was up in school you'd be the nga i would push,
rob ya fa lunch money , drop ya fucking books,
but now you getting popped, cuz now we in da hood,
man i wish i could stop ya, i wish i could,
but you insulted me nga, just wit'cha looks,
and ya wallet'z type phat , mind you ima crook.
