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- Super Heavy Weight
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- Light Heavy Weight
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Here's what us white kids (whiteboy = wigger and that's straight) back in 1979.
It's criminal
There ought to be a law
Criminal
There ought to be a whole lot more
You get nothin' for nothin'
Tell me who can you trust
We got what you want
And you got the lust
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood, you got it
Yes ya have
It's animal
Livin' in a human zoo
Animal
The shit that they toss to you
Feelin' like a Christian
Locked in a cage
Thrown to the lions
On a second's rage
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the street
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood, you got it
Got to you
Blood on the rocks
Blood on the streets
Blood in the sky
Blood on the seats
If you want blood
You got it
I want you to bleed for me
If you want blood, you got it.
It's criminal
There ought to be a law
Criminal
There ought to be a whole lot more
You get nothin' for nothin'
Tell me who can you trust
We got what you want
And you got the lust
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood, you got it
Yes ya have
It's animal
Livin' in a human zoo
Animal
The shit that they toss to you
Feelin' like a Christian
Locked in a cage
Thrown to the lions
On a second's rage
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the street
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood, you got it
Got to you
Blood on the rocks
Blood on the streets
Blood in the sky
Blood on the seats
If you want blood
You got it
I want you to bleed for me
If you want blood, you got it.
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- Light Heavy Weight
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- Light Heavy Weight
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- Middle Weight
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4 days and some odd hours and Goodfella has yet to reply....I was lookin forward to readin some hot shyt from u goodfella but I guess Shox got ur mind pre-occupied...if feel that bad about shox why don't "rip" him like u say u did. It seems like ur still HURT from 6 months ago when shox and u battled....DAMN
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- Light Heavy Weight
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Here's another tune that got pumped a lot:
Problem Child
Artist: AC/DC
I'm hot, and when I'm not, I'm cold as ice
Y' get out my way, just step aside, or pay the price
What I want I take, what I don't I break
And I don't want you
With a flick-my-knife, I can change your life
There's nothing you can do
I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
Yes I am
I'm a problem child, and I'm wild
Make my stand, no man's land, on my own
Man in blue, it's up to you, the seed is sown
What I want I stash, what I don't I smash
And you're on my list
Dead or alive, I got a .45, and I never miss
Cause I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, just runnin' wild
Just watch your step
Every night, street light, I drink my booze
Some run, some fight, When I win they lose
What I need I like, what I don't I fight
And I don't like you
So say bye bye, while your still alive
Your time is through
Cause I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
Problem Child
Artist: AC/DC
I'm hot, and when I'm not, I'm cold as ice
Y' get out my way, just step aside, or pay the price
What I want I take, what I don't I break
And I don't want you
With a flick-my-knife, I can change your life
There's nothing you can do
I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
Yes I am
I'm a problem child, and I'm wild
Make my stand, no man's land, on my own
Man in blue, it's up to you, the seed is sown
What I want I stash, what I don't I smash
And you're on my list
Dead or alive, I got a .45, and I never miss
Cause I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, just runnin' wild
Just watch your step
Every night, street light, I drink my booze
Some run, some fight, When I win they lose
What I need I like, what I don't I fight
And I don't like you
So say bye bye, while your still alive
Your time is through
Cause I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
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- Light Heavy Weight
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- Light Heavy Weight
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I can appreciate that but I'm on a roll at my age it doesn't happen very often... lol. I'll make a note of it though for future reference. One more for the road though.
Here's one that got pumped when we'd just pull into a random Los Angeles park with about twenty five cars or so brimming with teenagers and start drinking. Typical result back in those days was about an hour later the natives would attack. All fistecuffs and mele weapons in those days though. All the rules are different today. Don't think if we were kids today such a thing would happen. I'm ashamed of course. And I admit it was stupid and senseless and often scary to be quite honest. I'm ashamed but share it as the foolishness of high school youth. Fortunately, I graduated and joined the military and that was the end of that. I really encourage you young fellas to change up your game as you get older. Peace.
Sin City
ACDC
Diamonds and dust
(home at last) poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis, caviar
Dry martinis, shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's yearning
But i'm going to set it free
Chorus:
I'm going in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city
([i'm gonna | oh, let me] [rule | roll] you baby)
(snake eyes)
Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers freddy, diamond jim
They're getting ready, [better get ready,]
Look out i'm coming in ['coz i'm coming in]
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champaign on ice
Chorus
Here's one that got pumped when we'd just pull into a random Los Angeles park with about twenty five cars or so brimming with teenagers and start drinking. Typical result back in those days was about an hour later the natives would attack. All fistecuffs and mele weapons in those days though. All the rules are different today. Don't think if we were kids today such a thing would happen. I'm ashamed of course. And I admit it was stupid and senseless and often scary to be quite honest. I'm ashamed but share it as the foolishness of high school youth. Fortunately, I graduated and joined the military and that was the end of that. I really encourage you young fellas to change up your game as you get older. Peace.
Sin City
ACDC
Diamonds and dust
(home at last) poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis, caviar
Dry martinis, shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's yearning
But i'm going to set it free
Chorus:
I'm going in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city
([i'm gonna | oh, let me] [rule | roll] you baby)
(snake eyes)
Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers freddy, diamond jim
They're getting ready, [better get ready,]
Look out i'm coming in ['coz i'm coming in]
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champaign on ice
Chorus
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- Light Heavy Weight
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Yeah I know.. strike two and all that. But while we are on this particular group that impacted us white kids of the late 70's and early 80's I want to dedicate a song to Christina. Not only is she a decent moderator but she's all real. For a woman (and what makes a better decent moderator than that for streetgangs.com I ask), that deserves positive recognition, I have to give some positive recognition. In my day, we didn't honor females with all this physical "sex in" garbage crap no. Fortunate for us we had Christinas among us. They were highly respected and every girl went with only one guy! When we honored them it was for real. After that, short of snitching, they had the golden pass. Old Skool sure; but that was how it worked. Christina, my last "unoriginal" post in this thread (it would be in the unoriginal thread but nobody told me where it was and I can't find it) is:
AC/DC
Back in Black (1980)
You Shook Me All Night Long
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you -
Shook me all night long
Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
She wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal out of me and came back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you...
Shook me all night long.
AC/DC
Back in Black (1980)
You Shook Me All Night Long
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you -
Shook me all night long
Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
She wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal out of me and came back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you...
Shook me all night long.
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- Light Heavy Weight
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Old Shatterhand now i dont understand why dont you take this to the appropriate section ? are you trying to be an azz ? what is your point please help me understand why are you posting this shit in here ? you wanna dedicate a song to christina so be it look for the thread she started use the search fuction or start your own thread but please stop posting this in here
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- Light Heavy Weight
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Shush.. I'm honoring a real woman. Go to work for the LAPD or something if you're so rule-oriented. I never have and never will ask for your permission to do something good.
Have you ever heard the phrase: "the spirit of the law outweights the rule of it."
Hard lesson, friend, but you're following the rule of it (like the POLICE) and not the spirit of it this night.
Sure, I understand the need for order but as a gangster I thought you'd know when to throw those rules out the window and chill when things turned real on a positive track.
Seriously, I like you and all, but you don't know me. I grew up in this town from my grandfather's father see. Do the math.
Stop seeing that this is placed in the "incorrect" thread.. and start seeing that someone is being honored Old Skool that deserves it.
Go work for the pigs if you think different.
Peace.
Have you ever heard the phrase: "the spirit of the law outweights the rule of it."
Hard lesson, friend, but you're following the rule of it (like the POLICE) and not the spirit of it this night.
Sure, I understand the need for order but as a gangster I thought you'd know when to throw those rules out the window and chill when things turned real on a positive track.
Seriously, I like you and all, but you don't know me. I grew up in this town from my grandfather's father see. Do the math.
Stop seeing that this is placed in the "incorrect" thread.. and start seeing that someone is being honored Old Skool that deserves it.
Go work for the pigs if you think different.
Peace.
SAINTJAYMES wrote:Old Shatterhand now i dont understand why dont you take this to the appropriate section ? are you trying to be an azz ? what is your point please help me understand why are you posting this shit in here ? you wanna dedicate a song to christina so be it look for the thread she started use the search fuction or start your own thread but please stop posting this in here
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- Light Heavy Weight
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I'm sorta like a pregnant bitch I don't spit I vomit/
I ball like spaldings, niggas allrdy kno wat I'm about/
I came frm a drought low bottems niggas aint eatin/
So I startin sellin crack and that was ma only reason/
Standin on the coner, 3 bags with ma toaster/
with 15 waffles in that bitch with a leatha holster/
Might sound like i m fantasizin, but muthafucka I'm dead serious/
Know plenty muthafuckas that got popped for bein 2 curious/
Stuff the money in a brown bag, bury that shit in the back/
Now head back to the corner whitebag, with ma ole .38/
Snub, shells b like grubs slimy and slippery/
They leave no evidence , so let a nigga run up on me/
Ima gangsta and that's plain to see get put in a hurst fuckin me/
I came frm a different enviorment see u niggas aint the same as me/
Nigga frm a different plantet, galaxy , universe/
Were niggas kill or sell rocks to servive and don't go to church/
What works is wat works its different for different people/
But we all gotta understand that we all GODS people/
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna go LEGAL/
Ya dig
I ball like spaldings, niggas allrdy kno wat I'm about/
I came frm a drought low bottems niggas aint eatin/
So I startin sellin crack and that was ma only reason/
Standin on the coner, 3 bags with ma toaster/
with 15 waffles in that bitch with a leatha holster/
Might sound like i m fantasizin, but muthafucka I'm dead serious/
Know plenty muthafuckas that got popped for bein 2 curious/
Stuff the money in a brown bag, bury that shit in the back/
Now head back to the corner whitebag, with ma ole .38/
Snub, shells b like grubs slimy and slippery/
They leave no evidence , so let a nigga run up on me/
Ima gangsta and that's plain to see get put in a hurst fuckin me/
I came frm a different enviorment see u niggas aint the same as me/
Nigga frm a different plantet, galaxy , universe/
Were niggas kill or sell rocks to servive and don't go to church/
What works is wat works its different for different people/
But we all gotta understand that we all GODS people/
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna go LEGAL/
Ya dig
foreal tho niggas b gettin klapped with the fo fo
hitmen shootin at niggas in they volvos
for snitchin 2 the po po
at ur son birthday party you'll b a no sho
illegally or legally gettin that money roll
drivin from maryland 2 brooklyn payin them tolls
yall kowards betta akt like movie stars and play yall roles
and read the skript yall was told
bekause the whole fake style is gettin kinda old
and plus my son is growning up and plus hes bold
get out ur northfase bekause its gonna get kold
somebody shut this nigga up b4 he gets fold
and gets found with his ears chopped off in a deep ass hole
i promise u that the detektives wont find ur body as a whole
but it will b smelling like a mole
and no guts in ur body like if it got stole
hitmen shootin at niggas in they volvos
for snitchin 2 the po po
at ur son birthday party you'll b a no sho
illegally or legally gettin that money roll
drivin from maryland 2 brooklyn payin them tolls
yall kowards betta akt like movie stars and play yall roles
and read the skript yall was told
bekause the whole fake style is gettin kinda old
and plus my son is growning up and plus hes bold
get out ur northfase bekause its gonna get kold
somebody shut this nigga up b4 he gets fold
and gets found with his ears chopped off in a deep ass hole
i promise u that the detektives wont find ur body as a whole
but it will b smelling like a mole
and no guts in ur body like if it got stole
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- Middle Weight
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I been gon' fo a minute due to takin care of bitness
but fuckk it I'm back in it and ah nigga feelin tremendous
said it b fo i spit relentless and ah nigga back at it
the lyrics is pure dope....I'm deliverin crack attics
flow is black magic and the kid sick as ah hex
ain't gotta demand it...already earnin respect
I spit it til nuthin left...I get it up off my chest
I been makin the steps now I'm takin it to the next
nuthin left to expect...neva excel...to short limits
mind compelled to move faster then New York minutes
If raps the game...I contain....... tru sport gimics
I'm the blame fa roastin thangs...jus stick two forks in it
I'm crazy nigga....aye.....chico operate with loco motives
dats the reason why I'm producin mo steam then locomotives
I can't help it I'm hot and I'm not inta takin losses
BITCH.....I'm the_Pioneer...I hire and fire bosses
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but fuckk it I'm back in it and ah nigga feelin tremendous
said it b fo i spit relentless and ah nigga back at it
the lyrics is pure dope....I'm deliverin crack attics
flow is black magic and the kid sick as ah hex
ain't gotta demand it...already earnin respect
I spit it til nuthin left...I get it up off my chest
I been makin the steps now I'm takin it to the next
nuthin left to expect...neva excel...to short limits
mind compelled to move faster then New York minutes
If raps the game...I contain....... tru sport gimics
I'm the blame fa roastin thangs...jus stick two forks in it
I'm crazy nigga....aye.....chico operate with loco motives
dats the reason why I'm producin mo steam then locomotives
I can't help it I'm hot and I'm not inta takin losses
BITCH.....I'm the_Pioneer...I hire and fire bosses
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- Middle Weight
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- Location: BAY bound... BAY raised
What happened ta post ya flow...I kno the flames ain't doused
where dem M.C.'s at????...................I'm tryna bring'em out
I'm tryna bring it back....man dis shyt had such ah impact
in fact...its the strongest thread......I'm tryna keep that intact
So many niggaz don' spilled the guts...and delivered it raw
niggaz don' spyt and spilled it nuts with total dis-regard
gave it his witts and heart...damn I miss it yall
I think its time to revisit yall...c'mon dawg get involved
Saint Jaymes...I'm thankin ya mane...u the creator of the thang
Shox came and made it bang...and gave yall a piece of the political game
Bxx rep it best...u got mad respect...stood ground and keep it fresh
and I expect nothin less...from young duece...he St. Lou with his last breath
Can't 4get my nigga Yo-B...that nigga.... changed the game like Kobe
and that nigga BSPG...................... sharper then the blade of Shinobi
Good fella I gotta respect yo mind...in due time...u came with tru rhyme
buCCyblu.................whats gettin it dood...................thugged it too
I'm comin with sumthin new...I'm tryna get it rekindled
sharpen my mental...to punch somthin.... harder then kimbo
all yall my kinfolk...lets continue what we all help to establish
lets keep it real manish and continue to drop lines dats real lavish
where dem M.C.'s at????...................I'm tryna bring'em out
I'm tryna bring it back....man dis shyt had such ah impact
in fact...its the strongest thread......I'm tryna keep that intact
So many niggaz don' spilled the guts...and delivered it raw
niggaz don' spyt and spilled it nuts with total dis-regard
gave it his witts and heart...damn I miss it yall
I think its time to revisit yall...c'mon dawg get involved
Saint Jaymes...I'm thankin ya mane...u the creator of the thang
Shox came and made it bang...and gave yall a piece of the political game
Bxx rep it best...u got mad respect...stood ground and keep it fresh
and I expect nothin less...from young duece...he St. Lou with his last breath
Can't 4get my nigga Yo-B...that nigga.... changed the game like Kobe
and that nigga BSPG...................... sharper then the blade of Shinobi
Good fella I gotta respect yo mind...in due time...u came with tru rhyme
buCCyblu.................whats gettin it dood...................thugged it too
I'm comin with sumthin new...I'm tryna get it rekindled
sharpen my mental...to punch somthin.... harder then kimbo
all yall my kinfolk...lets continue what we all help to establish
lets keep it real manish and continue to drop lines dats real lavish
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- Light Heavy Weight
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shit i just been busy as hell trying to get this money the real estate game dunn got wicked as hell
ya boy saint got a myspace page all yall come thru and show some love http://www.myspace.com/saintjaymes1
ya boy saint got a myspace page all yall come thru and show some love http://www.myspace.com/saintjaymes1
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- Middle Weight
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Yeah you little hoe we know what you're aboutbspg wrote:I'm sorta like a pregnant bitch I don't spit I vomit/
I ball like spaldings, niggas allrdy kno wat I'm about/
I came frm a drought low bottems niggas aint eatin/
So I startin sellin crack and that was ma only reason/
Standin on the coner, 3 bags with ma toaster/
with 15 waffles in that bitch with a leatha holster/
Might sound like i m fantasizin, but muthafucka I'm dead serious/
Know plenty muthafuckas that got popped for bein 2 curious/
Stuff the money in a brown bag, bury that shit in the back/
Now head back to the corner whitebag, with ma ole .38/
Snub, shells b like grubs slimy and slippery/
They leave no evidence , so let a nigga run up on me/
Ima gangsta and that's plain to see get put in a hurst fuckin me/
I came frm a different enviorment see u niggas aint the same as me/
Nigga frm a different plantet, galaxy , universe/
Were niggas kill or sell rocks to servive and don't go to church/
What works is wat works its different for different people/
But we all gotta understand that we all GODS people/
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna go LEGAL/
Ya dig
you say you ain't eat but Satan's balls up in your mouth
so keep slangin that weight, you swallow don't spit
smell that? ya toaster's burnin ya own soul up in this b*tch
might sound like I'm hatin, ya I am, I'm dead serious
One day get caught slipping and left dead or delirious
so go on, bury that dirty ass money in the back
and watch your homeboys get buried in stacks
hell naw you ain't the same as me, though in the same environment
see I'm not into early graves but into early retirement
I'm hungry as f*ck and shaking in pain
and that's better than getting sprayed by bullets like rain
so stay in school b*tch, ya that's played out as f*ck
but soon you'll get snitched, or layed out, or stuck!
Yeah you little hoe we know what you're aboutbspg wrote:I'm sorta like a pregnant bitch I don't spit I vomit/
I ball like spaldings, niggas allrdy kno wat I'm about/
I came frm a drought low bottems niggas aint eatin/
So I startin sellin crack and that was ma only reason/
Standin on the coner, 3 bags with ma toaster/
with 15 waffles in that bitch with a leatha holster/
Might sound like i m fantasizin, but muthafucka I'm dead serious/
Know plenty muthafuckas that got popped for bein 2 curious/
Stuff the money in a brown bag, bury that shit in the back/
Now head back to the corner whitebag, with ma ole .38/
Snub, shells b like grubs slimy and slippery/
They leave no evidence , so let a nigga run up on me/
Ima gangsta and that's plain to see get put in a hurst fuckin me/
I came frm a different enviorment see u niggas aint the same as me/
Nigga frm a different plantet, galaxy , universe/
Were niggas kill or sell rocks to servive and don't go to church/
What works is wat works its different for different people/
But we all gotta understand that we all GODS people/
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna go LEGAL/
Ya dig
you say you ain't eat but Satan's balls up in your mouth
so keep slangin that weight, you swallow don't spit
smell that? ya toaster's burnin ya own soul up in this b*tch
might sound like I'm hatin, ya I am, I'm dead serious
One day get caught slipping and left dead or delirious
so go on, bury that dirty ass money in the back
and watch your homeboys get buried in stacks
hell naw you ain't the same as me, though in the same environment
see I'm not into early graves but into early retirement
I'm hungry as f*ck and shaking in pain
and that's better than getting sprayed by bullets like rain
so stay in school b*tch, ya that's played out as f*ck
but soon you'll get snitched, or layed out, or stuck!
Yeah you little hoe we know what you're aboutbspg wrote:I'm sorta like a pregnant bitch I don't spit I vomit/
I ball like spaldings, niggas allrdy kno wat I'm about/
I came frm a drought low bottems niggas aint eatin/
So I startin sellin crack and that was ma only reason/
Standin on the coner, 3 bags with ma toaster/
with 15 waffles in that bitch with a leatha holster/
Might sound like i m fantasizin, but muthafucka I'm dead serious/
Know plenty muthafuckas that got popped for bein 2 curious/
Stuff the money in a brown bag, bury that shit in the back/
Now head back to the corner whitebag, with ma ole .38/
Snub, shells b like grubs slimy and slippery/
They leave no evidence , so let a nigga run up on me/
Ima gangsta and that's plain to see get put in a hurst fuckin me/
I came frm a different enviorment see u niggas aint the same as me/
Nigga frm a different plantet, galaxy , universe/
Were niggas kill or sell rocks to servive and don't go to church/
What works is wat works its different for different people/
But we all gotta understand that we all GODS people/
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna go LEGAL/
Ya dig
you say you ain't eat but Satan's balls up in your mouth
so keep slangin that weight, you swallow don't spit
smell that? ya toaster's burnin ya own soul up in this b*tch
might sound like I'm hatin, ya I am, I'm dead serious
One day get caught slipping and left dead or delirious
so go on, bury that dirty ass money in the back
and watch your homeboys get buried in stacks
hell naw you ain't the same as me, though in the same environment
see I'm not into early graves but into early retirement
I'm hungry as f*ck and shaking in pain
and that's better than getting sprayed by bullets like rain
so stay in school b*tch, ya that's played out as f*ck
but soon you'll get snitched, or layed out, or stuck!