I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever thinks of defeat? When in ??? ???, I keep my eyes on the prize Cos ain't nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta >From up North, no pain, no gain Nigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine Cos I'ma pack a pistol til' I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs that got me down on that hitlist, I know you're followin me You're round in my 500 but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin blunted My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted I give a fuck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip and then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory 25 with a L cos the judge couldn't feel my story Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed Shoot my way out any situation til' death do me Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet ??? And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it Chorus:
I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think It ain't no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles That's why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubbles You're runnin from the rumble, this sound is terrifyin You're hearin death callin, now you're scared to die Prepare for the annihi-lation of player-hation You're calicos is blazin, never known for grazin, I'm shot but it's amazin Butts haulin on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casket Murderin all them bastards Loc'd on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that's major Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin That's when we spark that wing that park, y'know the deal, shot stop Everybody drop and watch the Bourbon Bill You was fuckin with some true, soldiers So when the tides had turned, you started snitchin to them rollers You got fucked in a bad situation My thugs got the L but the po-po's didn't know the situation Chorus
I'm at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bullets thru your vest, and if your funks real-ly, I'm about to cut you ??? ??? Invest, this game that I be givin, I'm tryin to heal your soul So we can all be known for that dough in *?rotty's vault?* But if they wanna doublecross, we can do that too Take em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two Glocks Extendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chests Murder, death, kill em, oh yes Investiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetration On the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nation Pacin like a pimp, walkin witta limp cos my, calibre holds extended 50 round clips in a server Plugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zone Fo' a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewn Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya All soldiers from my first generation just in case All the damage left survivors, we official struggle strivers Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck back Traumatise your whole click, enter this, enchant tricks Got they gillholes workin, 3e5lacin em wit two textures That top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my track Smash down on your shit, clown when the truck dip Like boo young buckshots be shredded, servin *?clocks-er?* Still acts suspicious when it's time for 2-11's, got my pocket-size pistols Breakin em my 7 if the shit ain't skanless, you'll never read my Mafia mind Soldiers killin anybody tryin to pull his behind Gotta do em bad, I'm tryin to make a million like my big homey Bolo It's time to make a killin ChorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
