Post by D on Sept 26, 2012 1:51:10 GMT -5
I'm coming straight up out the underground like Jackson's thriller.
Just another real drug dealer and lyrical killer.
Nothing special about this rapper besides the name I've been given.
Blessed with the fortune and fame in this game of rappin and chillin.
They crucify me for gettin fucked up and smokin this bud.
Despize the way I came up thuggin cuz I fuss and I cuss.
They hate the fact so many rappers wanna be just like us.
Who tryda act and stunt with guns as if we aint got enough.
And all these little girls who love us and wanna give us hugs.
Because they see how real we are and think it's cool to be thugs.
Fuck all these hoes and these niggas and fuckin wanna'be gangsters.
They don't know shit about me nigga or the struggle I'm facin.
You see the gun on my waist you don't want this gun in your face.
It aint for show we do not smoke to see these hoes spread their legs.
I'm on the road trying to find a better way cuz I'm old.
I'm tryna live before I die when I was young I was broke.
And you can keep your opinion of me because I don't need it.
When you see them sellin crack and you still attack me for no reason.
I never hurt no one who didn't deserve what I gave'm.
I kept it one hundred and ten percent when haters were fakin.
And I don't need a bulletproof vest nigga I aint no gangster.
I'm just a paper chasin poetic hustler and regulator.
I'm a soul survivin convicted felon with open cases.
Who changes names and paints his face then goes about different places.
And if you fuck with me guaranteed your whole gang will then taste it.
Don't need a college degree to understand me cuz it's basic.
I'll write your fuckin epitaph you ever fuck with my cash.
I'm like the leading archangel lookin for snakes in the grass.
I got so many lyrics famous rappers copy my style.
Then tryda stunt that rich shit but then forget what it's bout.
They're all about the whips and chains and things like sippin champaigne.
And I'm so fuckin sick of love songs they should play it again.
Whatever happened to the C-Murders, B.G's, Biggies and Pacs?
Whatever happened to the streets with ODB-type hiphop?
These faggot niggas soft as fuck with all the chop and screw beats.
Provoke a G' to do the same thing when you're attackin me.
That's motivation for the realist motherfucker like me.
Who don't even watch B.E.T. or own a fuckin T.V.
Who runs the streets with his bare feet until his callouses bleed.
Sportin a rubberband bracelet screamin fuck the police.
So allow me to spit your epitaph.
You made us mad and now you're gonna feel the aftermath.
They watch us laugh that's what it sounds like when the thugs cry.
We're all alone against this world and watchin time fly.
Playah...
So as I sit here typin rhymes just look deep into my eyes.
And see the hatred inside of a guy whose pain never lies.
I got my forty-five out ready for whoever gets live.
And every letter that I spit is like a forensic file.
I aint no killer but I'm buck wild.
Mama don't cry your baby boy is just a ghetto child.
And if I die I'm gonna live on through this gangster rap.
It all goes back to that so let me spit your epitaph.
Nigga...
Just another real drug dealer and lyrical killer.
Nothing special about this rapper besides the name I've been given.
Blessed with the fortune and fame in this game of rappin and chillin.
They crucify me for gettin fucked up and smokin this bud.
Despize the way I came up thuggin cuz I fuss and I cuss.
They hate the fact so many rappers wanna be just like us.
Who tryda act and stunt with guns as if we aint got enough.
And all these little girls who love us and wanna give us hugs.
Because they see how real we are and think it's cool to be thugs.
Fuck all these hoes and these niggas and fuckin wanna'be gangsters.
They don't know shit about me nigga or the struggle I'm facin.
You see the gun on my waist you don't want this gun in your face.
It aint for show we do not smoke to see these hoes spread their legs.
I'm on the road trying to find a better way cuz I'm old.
I'm tryna live before I die when I was young I was broke.
And you can keep your opinion of me because I don't need it.
When you see them sellin crack and you still attack me for no reason.
I never hurt no one who didn't deserve what I gave'm.
I kept it one hundred and ten percent when haters were fakin.
And I don't need a bulletproof vest nigga I aint no gangster.
I'm just a paper chasin poetic hustler and regulator.
I'm a soul survivin convicted felon with open cases.
Who changes names and paints his face then goes about different places.
And if you fuck with me guaranteed your whole gang will then taste it.
Don't need a college degree to understand me cuz it's basic.
I'll write your fuckin epitaph you ever fuck with my cash.
I'm like the leading archangel lookin for snakes in the grass.
I got so many lyrics famous rappers copy my style.
Then tryda stunt that rich shit but then forget what it's bout.
They're all about the whips and chains and things like sippin champaigne.
And I'm so fuckin sick of love songs they should play it again.
Whatever happened to the C-Murders, B.G's, Biggies and Pacs?
Whatever happened to the streets with ODB-type hiphop?
These faggot niggas soft as fuck with all the chop and screw beats.
Provoke a G' to do the same thing when you're attackin me.
That's motivation for the realist motherfucker like me.
Who don't even watch B.E.T. or own a fuckin T.V.
Who runs the streets with his bare feet until his callouses bleed.
Sportin a rubberband bracelet screamin fuck the police.
So allow me to spit your epitaph.
You made us mad and now you're gonna feel the aftermath.
They watch us laugh that's what it sounds like when the thugs cry.
We're all alone against this world and watchin time fly.
Playah...
So as I sit here typin rhymes just look deep into my eyes.
And see the hatred inside of a guy whose pain never lies.
I got my forty-five out ready for whoever gets live.
And every letter that I spit is like a forensic file.
I aint no killer but I'm buck wild.
Mama don't cry your baby boy is just a ghetto child.
And if I die I'm gonna live on through this gangster rap.
It all goes back to that so let me spit your epitaph.
Nigga...