the clock is tickin, the cops is sittin
waitin on me to pop the ribbon
so i could get locked in prision
but i forgive em
they dont know i got the bishop
given me a future face,
they cant prevent it
the skys the limit, i travel
but i trys to pivit
look at my eyes and combine the spirit
the time in it

if it is not a couple of Gs
its dimes and pennies
if i dont break a knuckle to knee
my shine is finished
im climbin in it, but i could fall down a chimney
a hound is in me, so dont come around an enemy
you browns is really
fuckin up, your bound to get it
i set a barrel on your tongue
so round and pretty

fold my ticket, now im a'
skip town and kick it
dress clothes with some kakees brown or dickies
got them pounds and chickens
tuffed with coffee grounds and fishes

{chorus}
it dont get no gangsta dan this
fuckin wit dem gangstas
i guarentee, shit going to get real gansta, my nigga,
and you go back down, and you go back down
it dont get no gangsta dan this
fuckin wit dem gangstas
i guarentee, shit going to get real gansta, my nigga,
and you go back down, and you go back down

[wayne]
fresh off this block, theres apple in eagle street
i go thru there everyweek even if its just to speak,
what up

i dont see red, so i keep goin
hes probably with rodney, or probably ronnie,
i go by trill rill, cause he be up in the mornin, see thats that penitentury shit,
and he been out for a minute but
im up

birdman keep askin me to stick
22s on a rose, i keep tellin him no,
but if he keep playin, im gonna hafta show him and come through this bitch on 24s like
What up

this hoes keep asking me to marry em,
knowin that my ex wife would bury em
so bitch
shut up
im blowin on that berry like marion
i you im what the fuck a nigga be carrien
get bald head like an arian i think a nigga bout to buy marriot
no all my hoes put up

[chorus]
it dont get no gangsta dan this
fuckin wit dem gangstas
i guarentee, shit going to get real gansta, my nigga,
and you go back down, and you go back down
it dont get no gangsta dan this
fuckin wit dem gangstas
i guarentee, shit going to get real gansta, my nigga,
and you go back down, and you go back down


check, lights off, masks on, creep silent
move light, walk, step, talk, squeek, holla,
a bullet to nigga
sweet like peach cobler
shoot twice dont check, let them people find em

im the screw face of this rap game
whizzy put me on,
new face with the same name

oh yes i did,get em kid, if i ask ya
just just bring me the bastard with his head unfastened
faster than a panther goes the lead from the clapper
round your boys, get this round of applause

they say im two faced
look nigga i aint changed
cause if i feel played
ima let the iron rang
rang bang bang wit my gang, main
know how to slang chain, wo i can maintain

bang bang i cross my chest
bang bang you cross your chest
toss your chest, in the mess, with the rest

[chorus]
it dont get no gangsta dan this
fuckin wit dem gangstas
i guarentee, shit going to get real gansta, my nigga,
and you go back down, and you go back down
it dont get no gangsta dan this
fuckin wit dem gangstas
i guarentee, shit going to get real gansta, my nigga,
and you go back down, and you go back down



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