i m loccing up on you busters bitch made nigga s in the game gettin crossed when i floss with my nine i m in range no more brains you kinda like fucked with your strap tucked under your khak s on your back you go tryin to duck another victim had to stick him with the dandy mate sk start spittin got it rippin off the candy paint another tragedy so gangsta don t get mad at me because you wanted funk and i brought it to your family you nigga s can t handle me when i m flashin showin chrome got the m i carbine cocked blowin domes the war zone and i ride up in the center strike and poppin them clips tryin not to slip and get hit with life and i m on a mission can t be slippin when i m dishin shells cus if i do i might be through until my soul bails so many soldiers fake so they break and they bodies shake the yellow tape is all it take to know we ain t no grape another nigga served face down on the curb with a mac spit his back split and paralyze his nerve that s how it is skulls crack leavin nigga s dead all you see is that dead g r i p hella brains and bloodshed it s goin down so pack your hollow tips and extra clips cus when its on its do or die if you wanna slip round 2 straps cap in a mist of violence nigga s be slippin chests be rippin left in eternal silence nigga s be swearin that they hardcore reachin for they 44 and get they backs pent up on that car door i m creepin up from behind with the black tec his heart flew to the left when i blew his spine through his chest another mind died blindside young killin it ain t no feelin signed off and smoke him up like villains my strap is peelin any nigga that think he willin already made that decision or had a feelin for no longer livin that s how i think put you on your back before you blink fuck the enemy pop the hennessy and take a drink and now i m gone in the zone feelin half dead hold a pump up out the window leavin bodies half red point blank range straps sang callin for your brains niggas get banged then they heart beat start to change pleadin for help but your mark ass homies already broke bangin ain t no joke leave your stranded at the end of the rope it ain t no hope for you mark ass nigga s with no stripes busters ain t no factor you just another took life slippin is the way ya mark so they pistol whipped in the dark lock him in the trunk for the bark slap the old school out of park that s how it is when it s on catch these r i p s stay out my path or get blasted by this highland s g
['bay area hip hop', 'hyphy', 'sacramento hip hop', 'san diego rap', 'west coast trap']