can rip mics but can't count.. .. zero bank amounts Word and many critics are hot cause hard rap hits They like to make it all soft that we pop shit Fuck
cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend We was goin' off to deep end
out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end
fit in, punk It's what life is all about Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga) You like that
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
than a fag or a Frisco dike He's a sucker MC, I call him punk Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen
motherfuckin' gun 44 reasons come to mind Why you motherfuckin' brother's hard to find He been walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine Stupid punk
pop With Yuckmouth and everybody, Dub C, everybody We had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin' But that shit's about to come to an end,
's hard to breathe, I'm bustin' like an A-bomb 'Cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve It's hard to stay calm Thinkin' about the
' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin' Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga Hard
vagina's Carjacking punks, pulling them out of their Pathfinders It makes me want to scream but I just chill by the end of the week How many punks must
you I'm bustin' mildew, I knock yo' grill through Cause I done proved that proof ain't need no evidence I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and I represent Ready [Hook till end
you I'm bustin' mildew, I knock yo' grill through Cause I done proved that proof ain't need no evidence I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and I represent Ready Hook till end
the inside and hollow you up And everyday like a test, you know life got rules and its sorta like checkers and chess I went to school and took the lessons punk
and recovered and break neck Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the {?} Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on you Pop up, you gotta get it Like
me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God is gone, when thugs cry, too much is hard
I was never ordinary at the cemetery Missin' my homies in mortuaries End all most real young name and 'pac I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
You think Oakland California is a city of punks It only takes a second, to pop the trunk And just like that you know it's real You're in the right damn