'Cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me It's me, Kastro with the goattee, walkin' like a OG These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout cha Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin' they Pac Speak up, or get treated like you comin' to kill usĪin't nothin' but squealers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough Now, we all ride and down to die, who wit us? It's all from my heart when I was writin' this, all out
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin' this Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass to the floorĪnd watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door 'Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they vein's Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast loveīut after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no west coast thug Was ridin' with Pac, but when he died, they went pop It's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast I'd die for these thuggs, say hi to this slug In the worst way, drownin' in blood, outlawz my blood brothers That we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes claimin' that they ride roughīut they soft as they cushion, they softer than bitches I'm on my land sled, walkin' through the belly of the beatsįeelin' like I'm all out, drunk as can be, it's plain' to see Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out If you got bills to pay, nigga go all outīustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall outĮach nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong We control all cash from Atlantic Pacificįather, how the Hell did I survive, these five shots? We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang I'm screamin' death row, throw my Westside, ain't no thang Niggaz playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation Wanted to be the thug nigga, that my old man wasn't
We used to havin' nothin', then grabbin' somethin' and bustin' Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin' daquiris, no doubt We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like RockyĪnother gay rapper, bustin' caps to Jay ZĪnd still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture No love, keep a grudge, shootin' sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovahīack like a cobra, I stay drunk 'cause I'm a mad man Come Hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
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