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psc - 25 to life lyrics

[intro: mac boney]
it’s got to be grand, n-gga, it’s got to be the hustle, n-gga
it’s got to be the muscle, n-gga
who else they gonna godd-mn call to talk this sh-t, n-gga?
you already know who run them godd-mn bricks down
fo’ real n-gga, all that flexin’ ain’t ’bout nothin’, n-gga
this mac boney, n-gga, cocaine champion, n-gga
ya already know

[chorus: mac boney]
i’m talkin’ cocaine heaven, cocaine chevy
a bad -ss brick cookin’ b-tch named betty
i’m talkin’ dope game ready, pot game ready
talkin’ block game ready, glock game ready

i’m talkin’ cocaine heaven, cocaine chevy
a bad -ss brick cookin’ b-tch named betty
i’m talkin’ dope game ready, pot game ready
talkin’ block game ready, glock game ready

[verse 1: mac boney]
get your pots out, i got some new dope for ya
they say the rap game dead, i got some hope for ya
who said the work slow? i’ll bring the boat for ya
a big -ss rifle, two of your partners gotta tote for ya
stay on that slime sh-t, the worm that the bird chase
slidin’ through the hole, call me clean get away
i’m real and it shows, n-gga ain’t another way
but sell these 30 o’s, i’ll die another day
my b-tch stay on her toes, she send them bullets right away
i feel it in my soul, and i ain’t sold a block today
i keep a bank roll, so i ain’t gotta make a play
i take it to them hoes and let them n-ggas see my face
this is how it goes, this is pure this is oil based
this is what you owe, give me meat, keep the business straight
eyeball a ounce, 10 grand i demonstrate
take ya pound money, why you think they call me gutta nate?

i’m talkin’ cocaine heaven, cocaine chevy
a bad -ss brick cookin’ b-tch named betty
i’m talkin’ dope game ready, pot game ready
talkin’ block game ready, glock game ready

[verse 2: big kuntry king]
cocaine bought a n-gga everything
that’s why you can find me ridin’ heavy, mayne
choppa half down, put it in the microwave
let my b-tch do it, she’ll hard a nic right away
million dollar trap house, trap star, that be me
i control the streets, i could show you how to tame the beasts
and beat up the block like an 808 in the beat
i’m the heart and the soul when it comes to movin’ d
treat it like some p-ssy when you run it through a 100 ki’s
everything is digital, no more triple beams
cl-ss of ’96, dope boys yeah, that’s evidence
a bowl of battery acid, just to drain the evidence
just in case a rookie cop run up in my residence
i’ll tell the young pr-ck go and stick yo hand in it
naked hoes, glocks, ak’s, and a ski mask
it’s kuntry kane, bottom line i’m out to get the cash

i’m talkin’ cocaine heaven, cocaine chevy
a bad -ss brick cookin’ b-tch named betty
i’m talkin’ dope game ready, pot game ready
talkin’ block game ready, glock game ready

[verse 3: ak]
i’m in the all white caravan, similar to the postal man
the eagle on the side, except my eagle in my lap man
i’m on the slab with all the plans of takin’ over foreign lands
with plenty crack and plenty straps, how it feels to be the man
i cooked it up and put it down, served the heart to hook the town
now everybody callin’ me ’cause i supply the hardest rounds
so shop with me or lay ya down, i want it all ’cause i’m a hound
break me off or take a loss or find your -ss in lost and found

[verse 4: c-rod]
praise the chop, raise the chop, i love breakin’ down the dope
put it in a bag make it look more than you paid for
finally came up, rich drugs, big plugs
spit hollow tip slugs and the trigger fit snug
buy from me or kick dust ’cause the dope gon sell it self
and i’m good enough to play hard and invest the rest
powder white, double s, yes, with the dual set
aye, c-rod make the game look like no sweat

i’m talkin’ cocaine heaven, cocaine chevy
a bad -ss brick cookin’ b-tch named betty
i’m talkin’ dope game ready, pot game ready
talkin’ block game ready, glock game ready

- psc lyrics

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