[Verse 1] I'm here to tell the world I'm from Ramona park Diving in the deep water like I know the sharks Climbing in the king's daughter i deserved the crown They weren't fucking with ya boy, but they heard me now Me and white boy Mac came to take them back Way back, back when people used to learn from rap I'm here to show you motherfuckers what I learn from Pac Slimm Couple rounds in the clip, down for burning that Beats I murder that, beef I murder that Heard the shooter yell "NNer!" before he heard the mac And even if that nigga didn't bet he know it's them Black with a little bit of brown like a doberman That 1911 hold 11, go and call the 9-11 He just send his soul to heaven Bitches say the shows is heaven, sitting in the front row Turned a couple Poly High games to the gun show Turned a couple Wilson High gangs to the track meet You be in to rap beef 'cause you ain't never have beef Joey that's my brother, so I'm part of all of Fatts' beef And you know my strap, keep talking, that's my black bitch
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[Verse 2] 2-2-3 make a fat nigga back flip One 16 wipe niggas off the map quick Never had to show a lot of effort with the rap shit Going for the kill cause I never really had shit Same old stereotype, got the stereo hype Hope when I die that I'm buried like Mike Eyes on that prize that ain't even my sight If you want that fire then he leaving tonight to show Two claps when I see my yaNNcs Two straps been moved that across the interstate Arizona homies call me Flagstaff shortie Chrome Kel Tec nine and a big black 40 We be shooting up the parties like we got no sense Ride around the city trippin, we ain't got no tints Hood been my home, I ain't got no rent We be chillin' on the pop like we livin' on the pop Never slipping, I ain't trying to see the prison like my pops Never giving you a pass if I consider you a Op Don't consider you a threat if you ain't sending niggas shots Got some killas with me down to put a nigga in the dirt Light the candles on the curb, send a message to the cops Snitch niggas in the feds sending letters to the cops So I never trust a soul, when they ask I'm never speaking My Beretta Scott King strong and black as she could be Team trying to gangrene like that old Max B Old French Montana, macaroni with the cheese Young Joe Montana throwing bullets through your defense They need Vince, you should put him on your team If I die on these streets then consider me a martyr Enemy go five-deep in the charger Down to shoot though cause I got that jumper Been on that block this my 19th summer Momma playing Stevie Wonder in the kitchen while she cooking Pigs knocking at the door to take my dad to central booking Reading books up in my room cause she won't let me go and play Scared her youngest son will run around and go pick up a K
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[Verse 3] Fuck that shit you represent I'm here to get these presidents Wouldn't be the only king to come up where the peasants live Pray to God I never do the shit that both my parents did History repeats itself, it's up to me to change it Watch me burn the book of life and write the pages in my favor On some King James shit Call me Mr. on some Rosewood Ving Rhames shit Keep a pistol in the Gap fleece We aim quick, leave a nigga on the backstreets Same old shit, you heard Stuck In My Ways No the show don't stop, I could do it for days If you disrespect my family we all gon' fight Swinging like T Woods, trying to earn my stripes Yeah that uppercut will fuck him up so say goodnightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
