CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Freestyle (Craig G. & P Nice.)
(Verse 1)
I bet you this motherf**kin' double barrel’ll blast this face
Be on the lookout for a basketcase
N***as pumped you up to watch you get beat, had you thinkin' sh*t is sweet
Now you up sh*t's creek, cause your sh*t’s weak
How much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortin'
Kidnappin' for ransom is some sh*t that you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of Gorton, n***as was gettin' robbed
The guy from Yonkers High stayed on his job, with his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so soon? Worth makin my sh*t go boom
'Til your own doom, fill them graveyards, til there's no room?
F**k you know about a pine box? Money goin out with nine Glocks
Autops’ between that same n***a, when thеy pull out spray nine shots
Feel like killin’ for your crew? I ain't gon’ rеst, it don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest
You best get on some, act your age sh*t, you a little kid
That run for faces, more n***as get killed like that than a little bit
(Verse 2)
Rest in peace to my n***a Boom, wasup baby
Lately it's lookin' kinda shady and the gravy
Just ain’t coming so now im hungry again
It's gettin' ugly again, looks like i got to smuggle me in
A couple of pounds of drugs, a couple of rounds of slugs
Runnin' around with thugs, cuz that's where I found love
Think its a bug? black leather glove and disappear
Or do some jail sh*t, like knock you out and f**k you right here
Like a piece of meat, frontin' like these streets are sweet
N***a you know the east, the beast is what they cease to be when you release the D
The n***as I run with, leave n***as done with
After they had fun wit, making one slug remove ya whole muthaf**kin' stomach
You n***as ain't built for this, you get killed for this... Trust Me
And once your blood is spilled for this, you gon' wish you had of bust me
Plus we be on some stick up sh*t, constantly
So if you that its got be, then just expect shots for free
That's how my sh*t is spittin', gettin' n***as burnt
Givin n***as what they earnt
Now how many other muthaf**ka's learnt?
When they see you get your sh*t all twisted up crazy
Right about when your vison get's hazy, and your bowls is gettin' real lazy
Cuz ima' look you in your eyes before I stick you wit it
You had alot of muthaf**kin' mouth now im gon kick you wit it
Muthaf**ka!
I bet you this motherf**kin' double barrel’ll blast this face
Be on the lookout for a basketcase
N***as pumped you up to watch you get beat, had you thinkin' sh*t is sweet
Now you up sh*t's creek, cause your sh*t’s weak
How much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortin'
Kidnappin' for ransom is some sh*t that you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of Gorton, n***as was gettin' robbed
The guy from Yonkers High stayed on his job, with his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so soon? Worth makin my sh*t go boom
'Til your own doom, fill them graveyards, til there's no room?
F**k you know about a pine box? Money goin out with nine Glocks
Autops’ between that same n***a, when thеy pull out spray nine shots
Feel like killin’ for your crew? I ain't gon’ rеst, it don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest
You best get on some, act your age sh*t, you a little kid
That run for faces, more n***as get killed like that than a little bit
(Verse 2)
Rest in peace to my n***a Boom, wasup baby
Lately it's lookin' kinda shady and the gravy
Just ain’t coming so now im hungry again
It's gettin' ugly again, looks like i got to smuggle me in
A couple of pounds of drugs, a couple of rounds of slugs
Runnin' around with thugs, cuz that's where I found love
Think its a bug? black leather glove and disappear
Or do some jail sh*t, like knock you out and f**k you right here
Like a piece of meat, frontin' like these streets are sweet
N***a you know the east, the beast is what they cease to be when you release the D
The n***as I run with, leave n***as done with
After they had fun wit, making one slug remove ya whole muthaf**kin' stomach
You n***as ain't built for this, you get killed for this... Trust Me
And once your blood is spilled for this, you gon' wish you had of bust me
Plus we be on some stick up sh*t, constantly
So if you that its got be, then just expect shots for free
That's how my sh*t is spittin', gettin' n***as burnt
Givin n***as what they earnt
Now how many other muthaf**ka's learnt?
When they see you get your sh*t all twisted up crazy
Right about when your vison get's hazy, and your bowls is gettin' real lazy
Cuz ima' look you in your eyes before I stick you wit it
You had alot of muthaf**kin' mouth now im gon kick you wit it
Muthaf**ka!
