a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

urltv – arsonal vs. geechi gotti lyrics

[round 1: arsonal]
n-gga suck my d-ck!
in the most disrespectful way i can spit it to you
all that sh-t you say you wishin’ a n-gga would do, n-ggas did it to you
i’ll leave a hole big enough to fit a midget through
i’ma introduce the world to a clown
and i don’t need help from steven king to present it to you
steven king presents it, oh it’s a different vibe
all that champion of the year money, this clown -ss n-gga still don’t know how to use his penny wise (pennywise)
but when me and jimmie rock, suge the shooter and driver, watch how the hemi slide
shotgun out the window in compton, the same alley where ricky died
oh nah that was south central
so i let a round hit you from a loud pistol
when i could quietly stab you in the navel and just drag what’s in the south, central
out in compton, i’ll roll in ya neighborhood, hippie vibes
six shooter, old man revolver, but i give a 60, five
oh but you nutty blocc, you compton crip, my mistake then
you still bang the six god, you’ll get beat wit’ a .40 ain’t talkin’ drake friend
ain’t no beast to unleash you just be caged in
how i’ma believe the bars your pen state when it took you this long to get past the bars in the state pen’?
but you nutty blocc, compton crip, big c’s you throwin’ ’round
’til you -ssigned a wheelchair for the rest of ya life, p-ssy you rolling now
i’ll grab ya b-tch head, while she bobbin’ for apples and push her nose in now
why? cause i promised gotti if he went back to jail i would hold you down
oh but you big crip? but you give me no option
how i’m supposed to believe your set run the west when half the world includin’ the neutral n-ggas refer to yo’ city as “bompton”
let a n-gga say they from “bewark, new jersey”
n-gga that semi go choppin’
smack, chico, beasley, avoca- ain’t no f-ckin’ video’s droppin’
i make a movie wit’ the toaster, shotgun in the armpit
kick back gon’ make me do the lil’ uzi wit’ the shoulder straps
i would’ve brought a tec wit’ a 100 clip just so i could give him a hot 97
and n-ggas wonder why i flex
i’m from a city where mothers die for sets
i really live what’s in my notebook p-ssy, my life a b-tterfly effect
i said, n-gga don’t talk that street sh-t to the concrete
cause i laid the foundation and paved the way for you prodigy’s to be able to cause havoc and even mobb deep
n-gga my .9 speak
i pull up on gotti at five guys, we nine deep
hmm, now i beat y’all all of this hair on his side burns; ashanti
i’ll get this dummy shot, both arms up, i’m doin’ the mummy bop
my whole avenue r-t-rded, “me, i’m really from nutty blocc”
now if we heard gotti shootin’, what he playin’? prolly 2k
for n-gga keep goin’ back to jail on purpose, what that mean to y’all? prolly he g-y
ya mother said you can be anything you put ya mind to, right? and she proud of you, hey
well i could give a f-ck what ya ma-ma-mama said b-tch, you ain’t bobby boucher
so don’t talk to me like i’m stupid, cause your tommy unemployed
b-tch i ain’t cole
stab wound through his chest, then push the bullet through the same hole
i never went down, cause i never got caught, my n-ggas ain’t told
why? cause i do my sh-t all by my lonely like i’m j. cole
i don’t wanna know what ya life like
or what ya stain in ya hood and what your stripes like
just know that i got triple what they paid you, plus payperview, so what’s your price like?
kimbo slice, miami backyard, i’m tryin’ to fight fight
kevin hart told me gotti the n-gga tryin’ to go night night
now i tried to show you that there’s a better you n-gga
a side of you that you never knew
i’ma show you how involving yourself in the beef will turn you to a vegetable
n-gga you ever have real fiends beggin’ you for the residue?
i’m from a city where n-ggas will literally chop ya neck off ya shoulder just to say they got ahead of you
you talkin’ like you play wit’ birds?
n-gga, ya dead homies got what they deserved
i came to compton just to spit in ya mother mouth and smoke my favorite herb
now you in front of the judge and you don’t play with verbs
stupid n-gga got convicted for everything he was up against
y’all tryin’ to convince me that he got a way with words
man my sh-t is real and you can see it in my eyes
suck my d-ck! and let these people believe them lies
n-gga time!

[round 1: geechi gotti]
n-gga that sh-t was fire!
for real, he was spittin’ some r-t-rded sh-t
up here dressed like a ‘how to be a crip’ starter kit
n-gga you’se a b-tch!
do somethin’, i’ll really shoot somethin’
cross my line, and i’ll shut the volume down like a mute b-tton
n-gga you stuntin’
i liked you better back in them grind time mode
but this the url, this my sh-t now
and ever since i been the champ, all these n-ggas want smoke
i don’t see no lies told
ask smack
soon as these n-ggas come to the crib, i’m the first thing they ask about like the wi-fi code
n-gga y’all like hoes, be in ya inner circle’s whisperin’ ’bout me
’til you meet me and realize you just a 300 and i’m a bentley
breakfast club -ss n-ggas, y’all see (c) da god and envy
you be on d sh-t, shout out to them damu’s
y’all know how we do
my real n-ggas know if i holla “asante”
[?]
see now if he knew, he would’ve hollered out “[?]”
but see that’s why i got a question crippin’, this a lesson given
you need to figure out if gang bangin’ was yo’ best decision
see the west is listenin’
just like we supposed to, cause you from new jersey and grape street
so do you got a problem with the east coast too?
cause grape street beef wit’ the east coast, but you from the east coast
ain’t that like a conflict of interest?
i guess what’s happenin’ in watts ain’t none of y’all n-ggas business
y’all n-ggas b-tches, you a hoe ars’
gotti let the fo’ spark
catch him in his whip, i’ll turn that b-tch to a go kart
headshot, need the locks on the do’; i’m joe clark
you don’t want no part
i already bodied suge, now arsonal comin’ straight for a vengeance
it ain’t jelly when i say i got some artificial grapes on my biscuits
y’all be my witness
i’ma need two caskets, red can get it too since you yappin’
but his apple in a box with the grapes, it’s a fruit basket
n-gga i’m spazzin’, gotti got the juice now
mix red’s blood on top of grapes and make it fruit town
n-gga you clowns, i’m a real n-gga, that sh-t ain’t on me, b-tch the sh-t in me
gun under the chin, leave a hole that exit out the top, that sh-t a chimney
it offend me, when you be actin’ like you from them jd projects, but ain’t put on none of them n-ggas
but you on the rap game makin’ money for one of jd’s projects
but i guess, i’ll let the .40 bank heads, that’s if he outta line
lemon squeeze in his face, it’s our (sour) time
the bottom line, i got a lot of ways i can murder him
if i’m choosing where to shoot, i’ma pick his locks like a burglary
the nerve of me, i’m back on that dumb sh-t
hand gun with the drum clip, i’m dumpin’ the .40, i want a young b-tch
n-gga, one hit, will have his mind gone, he brain dead
now a machine help him with his words like rhymezone
n-gga we in different time zones
i’m on that pacific time, grippin’ mine
if this don’t work, twork voice, i got a bigga .9
this a crime
i was in jail when my patna got shot, doa
i’m talkin’ he didn’t get away to the doctor
i came home to put in work for him, feelin’ just like meek in a helicopter
cause i got out and went straight to a chopper
you in the face of a mobster!
i’ll have every n-gga here stretch him
pistol whip, blunt force to the face, this peer pressure
these n-ggas talkin’, well i’ma keep on talkin’
nina sparkin’, i’ve been on so many missions, b-tch i’m tired of guns, i got heat exhaustion
this n-gga’s a f-ckin’ bus driver
rappin’ gangsta sh-t
i don’t believe the nonsense, i’ll show up to your job and pop on campus, it’s a parent teacher conference
n-gga we believe in violence
i’ll catch ya b-tch and let the lead pop
all i heard was “ooh” “ah” “eh” before the headshot
the same b-tch with different screams; sidney prescott
the tec’s c-cked, i get ya granny goin’ to bed, put the silencer on it so the sound gone
if i let it spray, think “graduation day”, that old b-tch gettin’ caped wit’ her gown on
you a clown bro, shoebox saved you in detroit, that’s the only reason you around us bro
i came from shootouts, bustin’ ’til there ain’t sh-t comin’ out this hoe
i’m sayin’, we both been saved by the cal’ befo’
and when it’s-
y’all can tell, you can see it in they eyes
go ‘head make n-ggas believe them lies
n-gga time

[round 2: arsonal]
n-gga suck my d-ck! for the second time
and now i said it to your face crip
this like workplace har-ssment
i violate all your personal sp-ce b-tch
i’m that cousin always on punishment, i’m not the n-gga you can play wit’
so what i’m from the east n-gga, gang bangin’ is gang bangin’, we on the same sh-t
i ain’t new to this, i’ve been bangin’ half my life, you must be misinformed
oh i get it, i hardly, it hardly rain in southern california so you think we weather a different storm
y’all know why me and this ray swag in the face -ss n-gga ain’t never gon’ get along?
because you’d rather go to jail than break yo’ mama heart showin’ you tough, provin’ some other n-ggas wrong
you still tryin’ to prove you tough when you ride wit’ yo’ city
you said it yo’self you in the grandee’s 24/7 n-gga
so when you gonna spend some time wit’ yo’ kids?
yo youngest son really miss his daddy
and yo’ patna teachin’ him how to hold a gun
it’s funny you spent more time in jail with yo’ bunkie, but didn’t spend that much time outside wit’ yo’ oldest son
see, who don’t spend time wit’ they kids, i don’t support those
it’s my job to fire, and leave you dead in your “showin’ up to court clothes.”
n-ggas who think they nutty on my blocc, i extort those
all you hear is a loud bang, remind you of how that county cell door close
gettin’ locked up is easy n-gga
i can do some sh-t right now that’s gon’ land me in jail
why is it so hard for you n-ggas to realize bein’ absent from your kids life will leave them damaged as well?
you out here glorifyin’ incarceration, this n-gga scared to get mail
n-gga i give you five years tops ’til you and your oldest son together sharin’ a cell
n-gga what?!
you think that jail sh-t scare me now?
naw, what’s scary is bein’ the only n-gga free in yo’ hood and you gotta take care of all of yo’ homies’ families now
i’m on the phone with my n-gga that’s never comin’ home
tellin’ him i just let his granny down
n-gga i come to cali just to walk on yo’ gr-ss p-ssy, you stanley now
n-gga you gon’ meet karma
my hands speak fast and my reach longer
i never went to prison and i stayed free, so who really been on these streets longer?
oh, oh oh, i’ll slap this b-tch, now it’s gettin’ domestic
you standin’ there wit’ yo’ head down and yo’ hands behind yo’ back
you that used to gettin’ arrested?
all that time you spent away from your two boys? i blame the game for it
but god already made him pay for it
they gave him life in the insane asylum, and they -ssigned him to the a. ward
i’ma be straight forward, i’ma son of a gun, my mama was ratchet
but she told me, “never speak about ya pops.”
i ain’t never tell on a soul, nothin’ to speak about the cops
you got one style of rap n-gga, you don’t speak about a lot
but i get it, you wrote all your bars in prison you don’t really know how to think outside the box
n-gga ya whole life was tied to the system
stupid, you always guilty, duh
that’s why you rhyme with conviction
you look the part so ya lines in convincin’
low cut, f-cked up t–th crip
n-gga you match beyond the description
and the n-gga on youtube, he got- he- he like, “yo, welcome to my hood. this the trap trap
the building over there on 165 and 166, oh that’s where they make the packs at
oh yeah that alley over there when the cops run down it’s where we throw the straps at.”
dispatch on the other line like, “10-4 did you catch that?”
he ain’t done he still goin’, he said, “yo aye cuz, this wall right here cuz, it’s full of dead homies i wish i could bring back to life
lil’ half a slice, on nutty man he was a k!ller. he lived the savage life.”
he said, “aye cuz, what he’d k!ll, ’bout ten n-ggas before he made the sacrifice?”
n-gga you tellin’ everything, you out here gettin’ n-ggas indited in the after-life
ya name “bay loc”
you a fat derrick rose, man you gon’ stay broke
and a victim of the system
no anesthesia through this incision, we need you to stay woke
n-gga, i’m here to sn-tch every bit of saliva out ya bae throat
hit once then make the b-tch disappear like she def loaf
now between me and gotti, it’s a distance
you from where gang bangin’ originated, so why i’m

{stream cuts out}

between me and gotti it’s a distance
cause you went from where gang bangin’ originated, but i’m more world wide known for this crippin’
i’m crip, you gon’ be disabled there’s a difference
your b-tch gotta take my d-ck twice a day after she eat, my sh-t prescription
some sh-t’ll never change, i’m super crip
in my car i got the handicap sign up and everythang
that mean i get to park closer to ya job givin’ me the aim
dessy rang, i’m hittin’ innocent by-standards, i ain’t got deadly aim
so i cut him in slow-mo
word to dobo, i put that on everythang
i go berserk on him
bury his body i throw the dirt on him
i set him up, i had my unemployed b-tch throw the work on him
catch ya spirit headed to the afterlife, i throw the scope on him
but i ain’t pull the trigger, old fashioned -ss whoopin’
beat him wit’ the stick until it broke on him
he a rat, i put the cheese on his head like he from green bay
you the man? well not ’round here, n-gga dikembe
boy, the way i do you with this fourth and inches, just watch the replay
i’ma keep on cuttin’ him and bringin’ him back like i was a dj
i’ll put the muzzle on it, then i aim .9
what that mean? i k!ll him and give that moment of silence at the same time
as long as he get hospitalized tonight, i’ll remain calm
cause honestly, gotti he could die another day word to james bond
my sh-t is real, you can see it in my eyes
suck my d-ck and let these n-ggas believe yo’ lies
n-gga time!

[round 2: geechi gotti]
all these, behind bars bars, was the type of sh-t you had n-ggas laughin’ ’bout
i find it funny, how you could condemn me cause i’m goin’ to jail for the sh-t you be rappin’ ’bout
i got you n-ggas bangin’ again
if y’all wasn’t doin’ it then, n-gga don’t be doin’ it now
tryin’ to show me you gangsta, only make me think you n-ggas clowns
even the vets, talk all that sh-t about the pg process
then get on the card with me and all of a sudden it’s the proving grounds
n-gga, you’se a clown
you was a blood i heard that turned grape street
that’s some weird sh-t
i knew he was a f-g, cause only queers switch
n-gga real sh-t, you a b-tch in the streets but you wanna be a crip in the ring
arm to his chest, look like his sh-t in a sling
this b-tch wit’ a beam
i’ll steam his face, n-gga i’ll k!ll ya kid, now you a seedless grape
ain’t no need to hate n-gga, y’all straight b-tches
the only battle rappers from grape street, is aktive and dre vishiss
tryin’ to act like grape a hood that you love
you givin’ him three up top but you never booked him on udubb!
n-gga, i’m disrespectful just like cuz, except the bars heavy
i’ll kidnap ya daughter, you find her trapped in the closet wit’ r. kelly
yeah i’m disrespectful, you ain’t gon’ do a d-mn thang ’bout it
i’ll k!ll that lil’ b-tch, show up to her funeral, get her obituary, make a paper plane out it
yo’ little girl, that’s ya world? you better keep her out my way aight
i usually don’t hit kids, but today i might
choke her, ’til you got a blueface baby, ‘yeah aight’
you godd-mn right, i’ll put the blade to his daughter’s scalp
make sure that lil’ b-tch in pain
how the f-ck y’all callin’ arsonal “da rebel” but i’m the one goin’ against the grain
this sh-t insane
ya baby mama look good, ooh them t-ts soft
after i f-ck her i use his daughter clothes to wipe my d-ck off
i’m disrespectful, i’m tryin’ to figure him out
i hope on them field trips they say, “this dude nuts”
i hope on them field trips you catch yo’ daughter givin’ head on the back of ya school bus
this dude nuts
i been tryin’ to figure him out
i seen his daughter, i said “you would never succeed (suck seed) until somebody bust they kids in ya mouth!”
look what he did for the clout!
he been rappin’ like that 15+
i can’t remember a time he was lyrical
the king of disrespect? he ain’t got enough respect for the craft to write fire material
i’m tired of hearin’ you
i don’t even think you no real n-gga, i can tell by yo’ demeanor
you became a bus driver cause you ain’t have the smarts to be a teacher
n-gga you a leecher
ride every n-gga wave that you close to
scream fetty wap name all last year, he ain’t even post you
you a weirdo
portrayed to be a loc by your peers though
i know ya fears bro
you wear that purple flag so in cali you got a spot for protection
but tell these n-ggas how when you in cali you scared to even go to ya section
n-gga look in the mirror
i be he see a hoe in the reflection
i’m talkin’ real sh-t, ain’t nothin’ outta context
if he wasn’t a rapper, he wouldn’t have even stepped foot in them projects
but i guess, he better be glad he can rap
cause you ain’t no shooter from them bricks, that’s an actual fact
but since you can rap and you bangin’ they sh-t puttin’ ’em on
they let him do it, they just gotta tax you for that
it’s tax season! the whole projects claimin’ him as a dependent
payin’ grown men for protection, that gotta be weird
tell suge he should be cool showin’ up now, they show love to big b-tches ’round this time of the year
we not the same!
i really had to put in work for my name
true story, i done really put n-ggas on shirts for the game
this n-gga made a game; arsonal’s revenge
(aye, for real they gon’ buy that sh-t)
arsonal’s revenge, aye but that don’t mean he ’bout his business or his wealth
it’s just like i been tellin’ y’all
he good at creatin’ an image for himself
yeah you bang grape street but in watts you be scared f-ggot, i know ya story
can’t show up to the projects without a care package
every time he come over there, sh-t be feelin’ like christmas
got him givin’ out money and free fetty wap tickets
how he talkin’ grape street like he really wit’ that
if he was, how come when suge got robbed he ain’t get his sh-t back?
grape street that n-gga, grape street this n-gga
them n-ggas took ya phone and ya motherf-ckin’ jewelry, you ain’t been back on grape street since
he had trouble wit’ that
brand new .50, i can’t even feel the kickback
this a clean cal’, you can tell by the gun t-tle it got a double impact
n-gga if you ain’t shootin’ sh-t, you can’t even talk to gotti
i’m a walkin’ homi
n-gga believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see
they prolly don’t even understand what i’m talkin’ prolly
cause the news said i dropped a n-gga, that was a lie
i caught the body!
and when it’s real, y’all tell
(you can see it in they eyes
go head, it’s yo’ turn, make them n-gga believe them lies
n-gga time)

[round 3: arsonal]
n-gga suck my d-ck! third times a charm
i thought you would’ve swung by now
this n-gga ain’t got no fight left in him, he like, “he already won by now.”
i admire you knowin’ you couldn’t beat me but him still try
but you popped up at the wrong time, that’s an in-field fly
meaning ya hitter out immediately
ya runners? lookin’ hesitant
12, 13, 14 letters of the alphabet, gotti you way outta ya element
get ya bars up, i don’t get stuck in the moment, i’ll leave a star struck
serve him through the window early morn’, “welcome to starbucks”
gun spark, light flash, you think a photo man behind ya
no! tommy in his face barkin’ in his face like, “i don’t know no d-mn kiana.”
i’ma be real wit’ n-ggas
smack and beasley, they tryin’ to build a n-gga
code word [?]
they fly me in to give a meal (mil’) to n-ggas
telekinesis powers when i’m mad, i matilda n-ggas
i got still for n-ggas, meet my new edition, i’m johnny gill wit’ n-ggas
boom! through ya front door, knock ya b-tch up, then pick her up
put the deuce to his head like i was tryin’ to f-ck the picture up
show up to the funeral, reach in the casket and grab ya sister b-tt
cause my first name “i don’t”, last name “give a f-ck”
aka durrell “disrespectful” jones
i’m not ya friend brother
i’ll slap the dog sh-t outta you and ya friend mother
how many times you copped out at court? let’s not pretend brother
you would’ve been a house n-gga, and i can tell by ya skin color
n-gga my tool is chunky, ya father fell in love with a foolish junkie
i stay ten toes down with my f-ckin’ chin up, i don’t care who confront me
you a flunky and ya whole hood green
that’s why ya son remind me of the lil’ n-gga h&m had referred to as the “coolest monkey”
i wish i was the doctor standin’ in-between ya b-tch legs when she was givin’ birth
cause that would’ve solidified my spot as the one n-gga who get to smack that lil’ n-gga first
yeah, umbilical cord wrapped around his neck
you want a birth death?
i almost k!ll him on purpose just to say him and watch him struggle through his first breaths
soon as the n-gga ’bout to walk, i clip him before he take his first steps
him and his other brother, they competin’ who gon’ have the worst death
rebel sh-t
this level of success, you will never get
special olympics, i’m here to show y’all who the better crip
grape street, we the gang
speak in vain, heaters bang
we crippin’ form a different point of view, we don’t see the same
n-gga, to me you still a tiny loc n-gga
so take this l and let that l sit
you came in here lookin’ for ars’ and got durrell b-tch
i’m quick to let a sh-ll kick
for goin’ against the grain, what i’m raising (raisin) will put a nut’ in the bag we makin’ trail mix
but you don’t even think like that
last night in le palace you yellin’, “anything possible” and you don’t even drink like that
i’ll walk up in ya son’s school
go to the oldest lil’ n-gga cl-ss
rex ad lib, yell “that n-gga dead!” when he say he miss his dead
man, in front of his cl-ssmates i’ll f-ckin’ whip his -ss
man, and then walk downstairs and tell ya younger son, “go stand in the street in front of that h-ll cat.”
then i did the dash
y’all wanna know what happened next?
i hit his -ss!
i knocked him so far back he flew into the ghost of christmas past
last time the n-gga seen his daddy, he had to kiss the gl-ss
next time gon’ be to identify him and zip the bag
i said, my b-tch toughened up
i ain’t gotta shoot or do an uppercut
code word: -rg-sm
(what that mean?)
she was trained to squirt and bust a nut’

[girl in crowd]
talk naaasty!

[arsonal]
he said, she said, i don’t care what n-ggas said ’bout him
one day he true blue, baow! next mornin’ n-ggas read (red) ’bout him (bottom)
baow! baow! baow! another one blew (blue)
blaow! and it knocked all of the red out him
then you gon’ see a grape street crip moonwalkin’ through the blood just to say i did it in red bottoms
now if i pull up, it’s gon’ be glocks involved
mops and all, i’m lettin’ rockets off
{cell phone sound} brrrrrrrt
the doctor makin’ a compton call
surgery! blottin’ up his exit wounds with cotton b-lls
you just sell wigs, i get paid to knock ’em off!
i said, is we talkin’ colors here? or your profession and how you color hair?
i’ll slap ya nephew in front of ya mother to see if ya brother care
somebody please dare me to do it
(i dare you)
do i hear a double dare?
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw my sh-t is authentic
ya b-tch mouth had my finger, d-ck and b-lls in it
she did it in front of ya house and didn’t even give a f-ck, cause the car tinted
we had a gang bang last night…she was involved in it
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw my sh-t is authentic
and you can’t spell “bars” without puttin’ that “ars” in it

[smack]
last round it’s on-

[arsonal]
nah, sike i lied n-gga
no, sike i lied n-gga
sike you died n-gga
you made ten thousand dollars
ten thou- man that’s pocket change
you know what happened when they dow jumped?
man, let’s just say i’m tied into the stock exchange
i mean, you said i was on tour, i was gettin’ a lot of money with fetty wap and thangs
where your champion of the year money?
cause i got a whole lot of gwap and thangs
you got champion of the year money, why don’t you put it to your ear dummy
this “trapion” of the year money
time n-gga

[round 3: geechi gotti]
aye, y’all just seen that stack that this n-gga pulled out?
that’s a whole lot of money that he made from this art form
i hope after you die today, you give a little bit of that money to ya bm and ya daughter, that can be a nice lil’ start for ’em
i mean you gotta give ’em somethin’, cause i heard the stories
they said you barely for ’em
i’m just sayin’, they b-tches better pray they in ya will (wheel) like a car h-rn
nitty already buried suge
now these n-ggas finna get a casket together
said he ain’t know shotgun…they up here rappin’ together
y’all the fakest of friends
headshot, when i say, “the doc tryin’ to patch things up”, he ain’t makin’ amends
ain’t no shakin’ my hand
you do a whole lotta weak sh-t
in the field, the strap got no safety, we in goal line defense
they said “bro ain’t got a weakness” that’s ’til the can’ clap you
hospital beds, rubber bands wrap you
his family like, “how he doin’?”
i don’t know, he just popped up on the ‘tube, he a banned battle
n-gga i’m from nutty blocc, this sh-t deeper than just a tattoo
you slapped the hat off iron, i’ll grab the iron and slap you!
that’s a fact too, you a lil’ boy to me arsonal
gave him the .9, the .40 and then the chopper
just thought he needed a little more in him arsonal (-rs-nal)
f-ck arsonal though, cause if ray swag was here i would’ve shot him right in front of you
i would’ve gave him two in his brains
n-ggas would’ve been yellin’ for you to get ya dawg (dog) like he was loose from the chain
n-gga what you do for the game?
n-ggas know i be in compton with the crips
ak’s really poppin’ and sh-t
marshall lawrence, the way we had to chop into bricks
n-gga i’m hittin’ l1cks
a young n-gga, makin’ racks, i’m just statin’ facts
the feds was hot, i had to play the back
i’m just sayin’, the pigs was all over ya dawg (dog), i was bakin’ raps (bacon wraps)
n-gga face the facts
how you supposed to be a k!ller, but you ain’t k!lled nothin’ or drilled nothin’?
walked in the house with blood on my shirt, told my mama i spilled somethin’
steel dumpin’, i’m still thuggin’
if they would’ve got the prints off the gun i wouldn’t be here
you would’ve seen the kid do life
but i’m way too sharp like a ginsu knife
blue rag over the handle, that’s a cloth over the grip like the lid too tight
n-gga you too light! i really came from shootouts
check the score n-gga, we up
on the missions, we just pray we make it back like the re-up
you see us, this what real crippin’ look like
you starin’ at dope when it come back cooked right
i’m talkin’ in the trap
rare breeds, we got it brick by brick
the smokers knew it was freebase like we got hit by pitch
n-gga this my sh-t
and these n-ggas be worryin’ ’bout the wrong sh-t
like if we should’ve stopped watchin’ football cause of kaepernick
n-ggas die in my hood everyday, news just don’t capture sh-t
celebrities could talk about it, we just want ’em to do it
crazy, while you was busy boycottin’ the nfl my boy caught a bullet
i rep the gang to the fullest
i’m talkin’ ’bout we shootin’ ’til the lead gone
tell the youth
“ain’t nothin’ in this lifestyle but death. that’s the truth.”
i be prayin’ i was dead wrong
but where i’m from, when you be too hard headed, you end up a head stone
i’m from the streets, that’s what they made sidewalks fo’
n-ggas done really died on my block
even standin’ too close to the curb will get a n-gga hit, we playin’ sideline pop
n-gga i’m from the streets for real, they- aye ask about me in my hood
i was a young n-gga, lettin’ that lead fly shorty
i’m talkin’ 16 f-ckin’ wit’ a .40
tell lifetime i’m ready to tell my story
survivin’ the streets, if y’all would’ve seen what i seen, maaan, y’all prolly wouldn’t have made it out
i’m tellin’ you, this sh-t prolly would’ve made cuz quit
so many homies in the cemetery it’s like they workin’ graveyard shift
n-gga and i peep my n-gga knocca, sometimes i be wishin’ i could go wit’ him
so many n-ggas i done lost, i ain’t got no mo’ love in my heart
{takes off his shoe}
even my shoe ain’t got a sole (soul) in ’em
n-gga every strap, got a pole in ’em
two shots, that’s why i clapped him
another shot, body bagged him
cause the third rounds just hit harder like when i be rappin’
it’s a real life struggle everyday in the trenches
.40 goin’ over my options, i’m tryin’ to make a decision
n-gga roc voice, “it’s me dawg.”
i’m from nutty blocc, hub in the dub, watts
n-gga i show love to my grape street so free 03 and free hogg
and when it’s real y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
(go ‘head)
see if he can believe them lies
n-gga time

- urltv lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS