do you consider fun? Bout some cali stackin paper multplying huh? [Soopafly] I make em great when I rate my state To make em shake break down your image
some cali stackin paper multiplying huh? [Soopafly] I make em great when I rate my state to make em shake Break down your image, run you like a scrimmage
balls droppin out there sockets High honor roll, but not thinking about a college In love with these rythmes, on the cover of times Man of the year, got my image
game, thinking the thug status was supporting the claim, all you gangsta acts y'all be guerillas on tracks, but relax, cause this is just wax, tell em again, you gangsta
sexy, daddy so I can't fail Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist glist now, 'cause I make a gang
. Alter, sei Gangster weil du Gangster bist, nicht wegen Gangsterlyrics, Rapper die wirklich hart sind das sind 4 unter 40 Es dreht sich alles um Image
I was born in the summer of Sam Smaller and sooner than planned Oh, in the spitting image of a man Raised by wolves on the fat of the land Clear of romance
to our children Turning off the TV sets, putting away the video games Helping our children with their homework Teaching our daughters to never allow Images
the most scariest Punks in my way, tryin to see how I play I know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay But I keep my cool cause see like, that's my image Stroll like a gangsta
[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished
soldier I'm a soldier Yo, never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta till I graduated to one And got the rep of a villain for weapon concealin' Took the image
came into this game on this drama shit More money more murder that's how we live it More diamonds more guns is the beginnin' More of this gangsta shit
I'm strong As a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak tree I raised him alone ten years now since his mama ran away And you ain't gonna blow his image
Abel, half Caine, get slain by the verbal flame bring forth the sights of Annunaki Elohim images of the 24 supreme ripping out your spleen distributing gang
engage to they fucking species So me me at the battlefield motherfucker Still bout that blocka blocka, still bout that bucka bucka Still runnin with the hustlers, the gangstas
ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back I won't let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism For a whole generation with they fathers in prison You live inside the image
promted some many young americans to look for their identity and theit self asteem in the world of street gangs. (street gangs street gangs street gangs street gangs
is chess to me, so let the king move mean time, let it be (Chorus) (According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong) It's the Junk Yard Gang