Featuring D.V. Rubbabandz Smoothe Trigger [Trigger Tha Gambler] There a toker under the numb scumb looker Get the gatherin big willy me thug rich and booker The gun to gun face off street smart nigga That I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burners To throw the D 8 trace off ruckus click cause the mystery Sellin which cap killin go down in history You dissin me bell to releact the combat I sit back, when niggaz throw raps I be like, "where your are at"
[Rubbabandz] It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a fuck All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff The sun ain't never shine on my block It's like a permanent eclipse The only light is gun spark Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours Catch your on the stairs, your floor's eight But, you won't make it past four I'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional Flashin, wackin and not reactin
[Smoothe Da Hustler] Yall niggaz, know what time it is Leavin niggaz withour no watches When I drop this shit about hustlin Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is You gettin the head from bathroom To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax When starts toss the headphone The dead zone, MC's get done since The grittiest square root Equals a dead mother fucker in my circumference The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather To come through buildin for buildin Jack dead for crime cheddar
[Shyheim] All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitches Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches I got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or die That's how it is in the streets of S.I., in god we trust the lye Niggaz I run with, their mentality is fuck it And heated with a vest, gun cocked ready to buck shit Altough they do, to makin crack and dope sales And jiggy-jigg won't stop us from gettin the dough, for real
[Trigger] Money, clips and fat stacks make the world go round [D.V.] What makes the world go round [Rubba] Alcohol and marijuana makes the world go round [D.V.] What makes the world go round [Smoothe] Cocaine, lactose and boilin water makes the world go round [D.V.] What makes the world go round [Shyheim] Big guns, money and pussy makes the world go round [D.V.] What makes the world go round, round
[Rubbabandz] Shaolin, Stapleton born and raised The battlegrounds is where we spend most of our days I lick a shot for niggaz slingin cooked up rocks To make the prophet, so all yall crap niggaz need to stop it I see my peeps transform like Autobots Shootin at missed, prime ass niggaz, who stop us from makin figgaz We can't be eliminated, the world wil be contaminated G.P. players activated
[D.V. Alias Khrist] Shot twenty shells, twenty heads fell Twenty bodies rapped, twenty churches rung death bells
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