LET ME KNOW WAS CRACKIN SOMBODY IVE BEEN SPITTIN FOR YEARS AINT GOT SHIT THO HERES SOME LYRICS FOR YALL ME KNOW IF IM ANY GOOD
Phake suckas be turnin on me like a clock
so for survival 24-7 gosta pack the glock
im shakin em like some dice off the block
cause some fake fool was just talk
got the mic skills on lock
got yo baby momma on my jock
thinkin you hard muggin me from da back ways
on the concrete throwin up blood when the gat sprays
i stay with fat pockets cops jock it cause crime pays
i got a bullet like micheal vick
so get these phake phonys outta my clique
and get these gold diggin hoochies up off my dick
I cant help myself my mind is to sick
like a 69 im down to pull a lik
jackin in the streets is the same as gettin high{a come up}
i keep my bizniss on the dl like the fbi
cause they comrads dead and the killa be i
i dont shed tears i shed blood thas how i cry
moms will never understand why i do dirt and shell never know why
people dont realize how much you mean till you die
im not good at being good fuck givin it a try
i was sent from above like a parachute landin
cross my way on the wrong day guarantee i be the last man standin
i pull out my weapon whatevers in they pockets they start handin
jackin in the streets is the same as gettin high{a come up}
i keep my bizniss on the dl like the fbi
cause they comrads dead and the killa be i
i dont shed tears i shed blood thas how i cry
moms will never understand why i do dirt and shell never know why
people dont realize how much you mean till you die
im not good at being good fuck givin it a try
im comin back like mike jordan for my enemies
smashin fast like jeff gordan purvin off the hennessy
u know where im from
dont act dumb
the killa cali golden state is where the blunts be chewy like gum
Phake suckas be turnin on me like a clock
so for survival 24-7 gosta pack the glock
im shakin em like some dice off the block
cause some fake fool was just talk
got the mic skills on lock
got yo baby momma on my jock
thinkin you hard muggin me from da back ways
on the concrete throwin up blood when the gat sprays
i stay with fat pockets cops jock it cause crime pays
i got a bullet like micheal vick
so get these phake phonys outta my clique
and get these gold diggin hoochies up off my dick
I cant help myself my mind is to sick
like a 69 im down to pull a lik
jackin in the streets is the same as gettin high{a come up}
i keep my bizniss on the dl like the fbi
cause they comrads dead and the killa be i
i dont shed tears i shed blood thas how i cry
moms will never understand why i do dirt and shell never know why
people dont realize how much you mean till you die
im not good at being good fuck givin it a try
i was sent from above like a parachute landin
cross my way on the wrong day guarantee i be the last man standin
i pull out my weapon whatevers in they pockets they start handin
jackin in the streets is the same as gettin high{a come up}
i keep my bizniss on the dl like the fbi
cause they comrads dead and the killa be i
i dont shed tears i shed blood thas how i cry
moms will never understand why i do dirt and shell never know why
people dont realize how much you mean till you die
im not good at being good fuck givin it a try
im comin back like mike jordan for my enemies
smashin fast like jeff gordan purvin off the hennessy
u know where im from
dont act dumb
the killa cali golden state is where the blunts be chewy like gum
