I see so many murders in these Cali streets
I load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever
Thinks
Of defeat?
When in??? ???, I keep my eyes on the prize
Cos ain't nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta
>From up North, no pain, no gain
Nigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine
Cos I'ma pack a pistol til' I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs
That got me down on that hitlist, I know you're followin me
You're round in my 500
But I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin blunted
My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted
I give a fuck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin
I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat
Like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip
And then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped
I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater
Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her
Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory
25 with a L cos the judge couldn't feel my story
Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed
Shoot my way out any situation til' death do me
Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet???
And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it
Chorus:
I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases
I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places
I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think
It ain't no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies
We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate
Smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti
Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey
And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me
I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles-
[Featuring Laroo, Lil' Bo, The Mob Figgas] I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever Thinks Of defeat? When in??? ???, I keep my eyes on the prize Cos ain't nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta >From up North, no pain, no gain Nigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine Cos I'ma pack a pistol til' I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs That got me down on that hitlist, I know you're followin me You're round in my 500 But I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin blunted My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted I give a fuck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat Like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip And then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory 25 with a L cos the judge couldn't feel my story Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed Shoot my way out any situation til' death do me Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet??? And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it Chorus: I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think It ain't no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate Smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles- Explain Request ×
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