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swoop g - testimonies lyrics

[swoop g: talking]

mobb sh-t b-tch, that’s all them raps in my notebook finally paid off.
testimonies of a gangsta. 9-7.

[verse 1: 2 scoops]

most fantasise, i despise a n-gg-
who violate the game, by casting dirt upon my name
cuz i’ve been summoned from the vallies of h-ll
at the same time them sh-lls dropped them n-gg-s fell
you claim you ballin but i can’t tell
about your b-tch you fit
now you can’t afford bail
like i dispose of toilet paper, i dispose of them fists
you can’t f-ck wit this mobb-stylist so keep bitin yo lip
n-gg-s wanna see me lose but ain’t no room for error
finally got a thick b-tch, now you scared to share her
there’s a coward umong us i detect his sent
i won’t point no fingers n-gg-, but i said what i meant
ain’t no snitches in my streets, chris i come wit slugs
n-gg- wash, tide an bleach can’t fade this thug
give it up
live it up playa expose your heart
at my best i rip flesh like a great white shark
that’s real
po-po raids and barricades can’t stop us
as a shout out beg center, for ak’s and choppers
in the bay i must pray for the municable jury
there’s no way man can survive the decent of my fury
i married nina ross
cuz she’s my hoodrat pal
we got engaged the day i pulled her out that bathroom towel
i be ridin on that highway to heaven cuz i paid the toll
it costed more than a dollar so i gave my soul
the pain from my past it can’t be disguised
i been baptised in fire, watch the flames in my eyes
n-gg-
2 scoops -ssembling soldiers to ride in unison
pd’s got ap’s out for all us hoolagans
the dirt i’ve done i’d be willing to do again
as long as the b-tch -ss n-gg-s i’d love to shoot again
mama raised me well wakin up to them grits
kept it real, and made all the playas praise my sh-t
got discovered like a fossil or the secret of the ooze
i had to steal because i refused to wear them payless shoes
teacher told me she’ll be back in a minute
i think she knows
my optimst prime lunch pale
my twamp sacks in it
i’m gettin suspicious
n-gg-s
they askin too many questions
they know my new pope 100’s be my prized possesion
streets has got these n-gg-s heartless
they ain’t got no manners
when we run out of chronic do we resort to the bammers
sometimes i wonder my mama don’t approve of me
humiliated by the fact that her son’s a g
heaven has an admission and your hearts to feed
spotlight, would you please shine bright on me.

[chorus x2: bart]

as i get violent and physical
wit my strap to your mental
soon as i enter the reconstruction wit this 12 gage pistol
we handle the ghostrider
we live and die through these hardcore raps
heaven will find a way to follow us down this dark course path.
testimonies.

[swoop g: talking]

i would like to take the time out to give credit to the cities of
frisco, vallejo, oakland, sacramento for manufacturing so many talented
n-gg-s, and giving us money-motivated hustlas an opprotunity to pursue a
legitamate career, in this twisted game called life. i truley hope after
hearing my alb-m, my songs will influence my fans to retire, smoke
bigger, hope for better. don’t be content wit the circ-mstances, cuz
most of these circ-mstances are only temporary. can’t n-body hold you
back from changin them. music has given the testimonies of us gangstas a
voice. amen.

- swoop g lyrics

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