[Chopped and screwed voice:]
And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker
Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker
So we stay up, while the sun goes down
We ain't make enough, so let the elevator pound
[Stalley:]
From the 'jects to the penthouse
Synonymous to what my life been 'bout
Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence, is what I send out
Still in the cutlass doing spin outs
'87 boxed up all tinted out
Living life on the edge, couple links that excite the feds
Shout to mister jones
It's funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads
A lot of changing faces from these potato heads
Eyes dilated when I sashay lifted
Couple doobies in the ashtray, cash clay run my mouth like a soon be champion
The long beard, hows the pain I be dancing in
The reign with the Pharoahs, mirror image to the gods
My homie glory brings head nods, the only story I been bout
This controlled mind with no facade
The dreamy intuition from a street politician is scarred
Back and forth with the pimps and gang land symbolers
Dope boys with the bang in they trunk
See the tremblers
Milq city where I'm from, where the opie emblems
Street names after indians, so wild cowboys watch where you coming in
Tomahawks with assault rifles
May bump into the next king pin or Haile Selassie
Civil with the spiritual
This city feels unlucky searching for a miracle
On this elevator ride skipping floors
Trying to reach the top, then the structure falls (falls)
[Chopped and screwed voice:]
And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker
Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker
So we stay up, while the sun goes down
Rap warlord stay on point, like a scoreboard
Coming to get everything I worked for
Never been a church boy, but always knew god
Played the game hard never took nothing lightly
Stumbled any nigga trying to fight me, im not the push over type see
I will come back with thunder and lightning
Played under rain storms, hard times I came from
It's hot on your side
Well nigga its the same sun
Hustle from the same bag, delivery the eigth one
I ain't never lost one since stolen crumb
I'm back on my herc ish
Lion skin long club, thats what im working with
Stronger than you other kids,
wide eyed lids
Focused on my weight gain,
Lou Ferrigno chisel man
Ain't nothing really chainged, im just cleaning up now
Tossing out you weaklings, cc-coming for you haters
I hear everything you speaking
Raps like high school
Thats why I dropped out I rather do home school
I better not around you, lames be the downfall
To a wise leader and a good friend
I step away before I let you niggas kill my legend
Ain't a blood type to specimen like him
I must be
Hercules
I must be Hercules
Her-Hercules
I must be Hercules
I'm in ya lane with my Lac
Woofers banging in the back
Turn it up make it slapp
Turn it up make it slapp
Turn it up make it slapp
I'm in ya lane with my Chevy
Bass banging so heavy
Hope the whole world hear me
SS digital dash,
bucket seats
Pipes hanging off the ass,
trunk going gorilla
The whole box frame rattling glass
5 M-P-H down the ave
eyes hanging off the paint job
Stars give the same mirage
bending corners hard, showing off
Foot hanging through the door
Got the whole hood banging, bet they hear me out in Compton
Right here from Harsh Ave
Where it all started at
Monster truck extended cab
73 Caprice chopping
Niggas lose they mind when they see it slapp
Boppers love to hear it slapp
TV's in the front and back
Pulling off 10 deep
Thats how we be rolling out
15's 18's we be blowing out
Never ever holding back
Weak niggas think they doing something until I pull up and drown em out
Still unruly when we come through your residential
Alpines beatin 18's cracking pencils
Shatter muscle car dreams
When the Chevy Impala leans
From the flick of the switch
Make it start dancing down the streets
Like in New Orleans
sounds like a second line is in the backseat
Brass trumpet tooting
Noise polluting
Dayton spokes cruising
Flip flop shine
Got the block feuding on what color I'm riding
Sunk so low it looks like I'm hiding
Queen passenger seat riding
Car reflects everything that I am
Classic and old school mixed with new school
Fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be
Every time I pull up, stares, like they was missing me
Sitting so high you need stairs when you enter the V
Looking down at my competition
Remember when I didn't have a pot to piss in
Now I got windows to throw it out of
Fresh out the bed, hit the... for some kicks
Holler at my guys for exclusives
Bump into Christmas cds, 2 for 6
On the same corner we used to sit
Rapping all night about what we gonna get
When we famous and rich
Or how we gonna change up our neighborhood and kids
I reminisce so vivid, the picture's so exquisite
The childhood so admitted, to the joys of the city
Crashing ball parks, all the boys there with me
Playing till the lights or my mom come get me
And the game is 16 I was trying to score 50
All you hear from the sidelines is this guy can't stick it
It's just one of them days that the sun shines brighter
I'm just one of his... I'm perfectly... it's amazing
[Chorus:]
And it don't stop right there, the game can't stop right here
Cause I'm born to win, yes we gonna win
No the game can't stop right here
Cause I'm born to win, yes we gonna win
No the game can't stop right here
Cause I'm born to win, yes we gonna win
No the game can't stop right here
Roof top cookout talking to my man
Trying to put him onto something he ain't know
He asked how we consider equal man and form...
I told the money don't make the man that's for sure
And cause you walk around with a spotlight... that's a silly... glow
That's why I love this neighborhood, it taught me everything I need to know
About the rest of the globe
And when I'm 300 miles away,
I just close my eyes and come back home
I'm rich and tradition, hold my city up like good wills and suspension
I'm just an everyday man, blue collar to the bone, I can lend you a hand
I got the same game plan that everyone knows
Work hard and trying better myself
Life comes in... enjoy
The weathers I felt, so I give you this letter for help
Just love yourself, city... from everyone else
And life don't get no better than that, and that's...
And life don't get no better than that, and that's...
[Verse:]
I be driftin on some other ish
Tryin to make money, I'm on my Southern ish
But quietly I'm tryin to be where the money is
Between Chevy's and them Spaceships
[?] is what I'm dying for, but I'm in to hatin shit
Like whack rappers and boppin chicks
Tryin to shake pockets be on some mockin ish
All types of birds in this dirty game
So I keep a couple wolves with some sturdy aim
Be my mobbin ish
Hittin targets from miles away
But usually, this side of my mind is cooped up
But it's out today and it's driftin
Z28 with the shift and Chevy doors lift and
I'm showin out, no more holdin out
And half these niggas don't know what to talk about
So they blabbin out, as far as confidence and throwin bars
My content goes beyond stars
Super stardom, Post-pardon
Emo Joggin, it's all Hardy Har when
It's laughter in the air
So I puff the shisher blow the smoke in the air
And watch through the clouds all these problems disappear
As the ashes fall to the side along with these spheres
They say this type of wisdom comes with years
And I'm wise behind mine, A cold nigga
A Red Diamond out the coal mine, Newly found
So hold time, as I hold mine down
Prince became King, tell em they can give me my crown
[Sample:]
While I'm freedom fighting they just all just.
While I'm freedom fighting they just all just.
Arm raised, Fist tight Nigga
Militant man say goodbye to the Polite Nigga
Go ahead, hate on me, make my plight bigger
Or you can roll wit me, and make this fight bigger
We mashin on, hold on to your boots
I'm getting back to black, climbing through my roots
From the soil to the Poe, Rags to Riches writing note
How the story go? Now I'm toe to toe with the heartless
I rub shoulders with bosses
Write soul from the bottom to the tops expect it
And no new homies, that's for the record
For y'all thought you ran wit me
Respect it or check it, so when I enter hit the exits
This your party right? While I'm dancing reckless
Letting it go tonight, they say I'm acting like I lost my
Mind. Nope just woke up this morning, feeling like a new man
Looking in the mirror like where the hell you been when you
I gotcha back, You got my back
While I'm freedom fighting they just all just stand there and just watch us bleed, can't understand it
While I'm freedom fighting they just all just stand there and just watch us bleed, can't understand it
They throwing stones at my palms tryna crucify me
Hang me up and throw the noose around me
Feeling like I'm being hosed down with dogs around me
But its on Pig faced hogs around me
Watching while I'm fighting for what they believing
Envying how I create, cause they scared to just be them
A lot of mass, yep, there's a lot of mass going
Trying to tell them that fake ish don't last long
So if doing me don't work the front, I'll pass on
These sticks and stones that break bones couldn't stop my
March, even with them casts on
Now run-a-long, pass along, as I stand alone
Fighting for my passion
These other rappers watch, want me be a martyr for there
Freedom but I leave them right where they stand
Ain't no reason to lead them if they don't wanna be a man
Take a stand for something that you can be proud of at the
End.and understand
I gotcha back, You got my back
While I'm freedom fighting they just all just stand there
And just watch us bleed, can't understand it
pulling tricks about my bag
x-nay on the jag
pulling back them tags
everything new, feeling never gets old
yellow go whites
everything, everything slipping from my fingers
always a gentleman, always distinguished
everything, everything new, think like a heathen
speak like a gingis sultry o'neil
everything, everything new
coupon steel like a braces
funny how you think this
came over night tho,
just came through the right door
now they're tryin' to push me left
i'm trying to get it right more
some days i think i'm loony, or some kind of psycho
haters got me vexing
loading up this rifle
i'm thinking that i might go
dump getting drunk and in hate mode
cruising through the flat slow
pulling tricks about my bag
x-nay on the jag
pulling back them tags
everything new, feeling never gets old
yellow go whites
everything, everything slipping from my fingers
always a gentleman, always distinguished
everything, everything new, think like a heathen
speak like a gingis sultry o'neil
everything, everything new
and i could take it over but i'm thinking bout a lot more
everything is not fault
me i be honest, but i'mma try to get it all
gee, i'll be on it
i can feel the money coming, pause it
this is just the calm before the storm gets
crazy dollar bills fall, let me get my charmslet
ask them why they coming
young nigga owes heads man cause they lost it
i didn't like your post-it
then blow your ts never crossed it
pulling tricks about my bag
x-nay on the jag
pulling back them tags
everything new, feeling never gets old
yellow go whites
everything, everything slipping from my fingers
always a gentleman, always distinguished
everything, everything new, think like a heathen
speak like a gingis sultry o'neil
everything, everything new
everything, everything new
everything, everything new
she want everything too
comes about that zoo
making fur lynx, gator on that shoe
she got haters on her too
they be coming out the blue
what the hell you gonna do
when everything new
just keep quiet and let that money talk
get the hell up in this two seater
sweep through this city like a group
this city, mind it till i lay up in that tomb
then i pass it on the
pulling tricks about my bag
x-nay on the jag
pulling back them tags
everything new, feeling never gets old
yellow go whites
everything, everything slipping from my fingers
always a gentleman, always distinguished
everything, everything new, think like a heathen
speak like a gingis sultry o'neil
everything, everything new
(Verse)
They ask me why I hardly kick the bragger raps
I told 'em 'cause I zone and got to a habit to em
My life's real I just paint together what traffic in
I don't exagerate my life bot even a tired bit
And extreme this bastard with the joint lid
Soldiers on my side I announce it .50 I lose it we don't roll with
Everyone's an enemy if you don't roll with
PCG geniuses a team of kings and queens that believe in this
Overcoming struggles that we screamers with
That fill bulimic stomach make money
Just to feed the kids, I know that feeling 6 months ago
You can still see my ribs, life ain't what you think it is so think before
you wish for this
My life is like a fisherman's I sit by water fighting winter winds
Now I'm in the tinted bens colours cinnamon
Feeling like an enemy of the working man
Trying to keep a hold on my soul and what I came for
And not just work for bens ,calluses all working hands
Sweeping turd hands ,swiss watches with the gold bam
Silver can and still reserve, I still deserve this whole land
Forty acres in the mule on top of a mountain
(Hook)
Came from the bottom but now we on top
Picture me rolling in a porsche a top drop
Today is golden,picture me rolling
Came from the bottom but now we on top
Top of the world
(Verse)
They asked me while I hardly kick the gangsta' raps
I told them if you gain you'll have to say you that
I'm a loyal nigga I don't have to play with straps
And I take my crap seriously I don't play with raps
I'ma, I'ma dog I'm a beast I don't pussycat a lolli gag
Most these niggas can't beat the polygraph
I got poly swag a bunch of mali fags I kicked out
Or some other trash lying about how they fake pass
Or how they let foreigners crash
But never seen a foreign tag red wine pour my glass
French maze all cry vengence beignet and prom dinners
Pretends this a damn sinner
Now it's more gangster than that
Young nigga out the trash, young enough to start in the meth
All from the words in the scrabble words sniff are worthy of that
Who gave a normal life with scars and stripes it's own soundtrack
So you can see you can do it too I work inside a cubicle
Sore shoes then I got on pro tools
And painted my views through the seats of this old school
Now it's 40 acres in the mule with a mountain view
Now it's 40 acres in the mule with a mountain view
(Hook)
Came from the bottom but now we on top
Picture me rolling in a porsche a top drop
Today is golden,picture me rolling
Came from the bottom but now we on top
[Hook:]
Bass, beating down the block
Gotta give the world a taste
My girl say she love me
But the car she kinda hate
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
The license plate scrape, the whole trunk shake
And make her say, can we take a cab for this date?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
[Verse 1:]
2 a.m. waking up the neighbors
DJ Magic Mike out the show in Vegas
Trunk shaking like dice out in Vegas
Rollin' up blunts, we rarely do papers
The Chevy moves gracious
I dance all night to the sound of the bass
It's magical when I hit the Strip
Air bags, one press make the front dip
The pipes hits as the engine clicks
Such a beautiful engagement
Blood racin' as the tires peel the pavement
Fishtailing blocks, smelling like latex
Burned rubber, hard cover when the rain hits
Hydroplaning, trying to make the whole frame lift
The king of the torque, Chevy like a small resort
Give a light show when I park
The main attraction when I back in
Whole back seat filled with action
So no room to pack in, it's too much-
[Hook:]
Bass, beating down the block
Gotta give the world a taste
My girl say she love me
But the car she kinda hate
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
The license plate scrape, the whole trunk shake
And make her say, can we take a cab for this date?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
[Verse 2:]
The car classic, I'm contemporary
My girl hate, she say it's the one I need to marry
She hate to be seen, and she hate to hear me
Blocks away, coming down loud
She thinks I'm showing out, but it's really culture to me
This how I gotta ride, how the world supposed to see me?
Nothin' less than the SS with racer seatin'
Faster cars NASCARs with the woofers beatin'
6-by-9s tweeting, I know, it's opposite of my personality
But something gotta speak it, you know?
So as you step in just leave your opinions at the door
Let's ride 'til the wheels fall off, and let the speakers blow
As I take control of the road, sit back and ride
As the 20 inchers glide on them spokes
And we ain't gotta talk about where we 'bout to go
Recline your seat, take puffs of what I'm 'bout to roll and feel this-
[Hook:]
Bass, beating down the block
Gotta give the world a taste
My girl say she love me
But the car she kinda hate
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
The license plate scrape, the whole trunk shake
And make her say, can we take a cab for this date?
Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?
[Verse 1: Stalley]
They say Im the last of a dying breed
And this generation is in a dying need
Of a voice like me, someone to embody the glory, I guess thats me
Someone to tell the story of the people like me
Those who came from nothin' and fought like me
They said I be nothin' I'd be dead by 23
The Pastor said becase Im Muslim I burn eternally
My chick said because of my tattoos heaven Ill never see
So im out in the open all alone searching for some peace
Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy
So Im thinkin' bout buying a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me
But the funny things is we all feel it
Im just speakin of pain that we all live God civilians of the ghetto
But crash so loud I'd be damn they know this echo
They tellin' me to let go, they askin' me why am I upset for?
Yeah I'mma upset yo, cause you wont except the people that I rep for
This kids with broken hearts and tore in soles that find it hard to let go
Confusing them with your religions
Lying politicians, throwing us in you prisons
Making us welfare recipients with no hope so I hope
You bastard listens before the nation millions I provoke
And we show up at your front door
Weapons raised no questions made
You knowing what we come for
Respect of the upmost!
[Bridge]
Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy
Launch your assault now, take it easy
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
One word and it's over
[Hook x4]
Raise your weapons
[Verse 2: Stalley]
Naw, naw, naw that aint what they tellin' me
But the killers is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk ass
They threw too many shots, not to bust back
I came too far to go back
All these words I'd done stack
The coallition so you been warned that its combat
So black gloves, black mack, I'm strapped up like co-jack
Niggas better run like Bo Jack
I'm blitzin' with these raisins all these haters better code red
You punks run inside cause these dogs that ridin'
... and they so fast, with all this co fake
They want real and they so trill
And they dont steal and they dont feel
Sympathy toward your judgement
You could call the law call the law
But they still not budgin', so we thugin tell they brought in
Standin' here til the sun dim, and its back up
Lexus, got em raised up
No power .. , we was raised tough
We all together so get raised up or get rolled on
Got crips, bloods, and them stones on
This revolution is so strong, and this war
[Intro]
Y'all niggas hurry up.
Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out
Don't be playin, ya hear what I'm sayin?
Kill them niggas and get the fuck back so we can stay ballin'
I'mma be chillin right here.
[Hook x4: Stalley]
Champagne pourin', big joint rollin'
Bombay sippin', bad bitch gettin'
[Verse 1: Stalley]
Just got the whip detailed
800 horses in the car, V-12
My girl doing her nails, don't let the polish spill
While I bend the corners, tilting down the hill couple fill
Triple stacked up, racked up with a deal
Do what I want, man, bump how they feel
About it I'm about it nigga thats just how it is
Fast cars, gold chains that's just how I live
You don't like it, do something
Scrap and shoot somethin'
Niggas all bark, no bite, ain't gon' do nothin'
Weak lames hate see a young king stunting
In my King James 100 miles and runnin'
All my niggas gettin' papers ain't nobody here for nothin'
And they all killing for me so don't let 'em get the dumpin'
For my homies dead and gone, go and spill something
Livin' for my niggas in the Feds doing real numbers
Heavy rotations ain't tryna feel nothing, zoned out
Glass house comes with the push buttons, overdrive 'em
Superfly, Ron O'Neal suit and tie
Hustler to the max, if you want it done right homie come to the wax
[Hook x3]
[Bridge: Stalley]
Ey, homie, you need some help?
Punk ass niggas, come on niggas.
[Verse 2: Stalley]
A-Wax in the two seater
Bad diva pourin' a pint into a two liter
Blue flannel tan khaki's tucking two heaters
45 Desert Eagles fitted by Leaders
Blue sneakers stay fleet when I'm out
Gold in my mouth talk diamonds like I'm a jeweler
Rings on my fingers call me Slick Rick the Ruler
Whoever don't like me middle finger to ya
(booyah, booyah) I send shots right through ya
Talents rip you apart niggas cant kill ya
Dont compare my talent to ya'll
Ya'll niggas straight losers I'mma bully, I'mma booser
Couch standin' Tom Cruiser
My champagne cooler, plain Jane nula
Blueberry Swisher sweets Mary Jane blower
Leave with any girl that I choose like I know her
Passionated 'bout my game, like Joakim Noah
I'm a bull
[Chorus:]
It's a jungle, it's a jungle, it makes me wanna wonder
How people are going under, under, under
We gotta raise our kids while we're living [?]
And you know you're [?] throw my niggers out of prison!
[?] how [?] from going under, under, under
Damn!
We gotta raise our kids while we're living [?]
Hustle spirit [?]
[?] glass table full of wee plants
The game is in my veins,
Momma said that at young age the street are fully free
But they turn into a [?]
So why got up on [?] and turn into that no page
I'm raging in the streets, racing in the [?]
The game change, big games come, a lot of dough follow
Bad boys, role model with [?]
Real Muslims, real life styles, truly [?]
Filling like a profitable way, they follow everywhere I go
Seeing looking [?]
Flipping light they're trying to capture history
They wanna see me fall, but they're capturing my upraise
Asking how I'm winning when the beginning came by surprise
So [?] in their eyes
But tell me I can't fall, I told you you're too strong for killing niggers
My crew walk in, take no room for niggers
[Chorus:]
It's a jungle, it's a jungle, it makes me wanna wonder
How people are going under, under, under
We gotta raise our kids while we're living [?]
And you know you're [?] throw my niggers out of prison!
[?] how [?] from going under, under, under
Damn!
We gotta raise our kids while we're living [?]
It's like I trouble sometimes, and make me wonder
How I keep from going under,
Motivation keep me flowing, no doubt!
[?] keep me going, and my [?]
Just food for thoughts and fill [?]
All my way to Paris now
When you're Vegas, when you're [?] means you're [?]
We give them with they're [?] so they're answer is for our autograph
Real quick [?] they see me underground!
We're up and over drown [?]
North Philly you notice [?]
Lord got [?] we fly over towns!
[?] try to fix you up, boy
So I kinda got that over sound!
[?] if you really move bricks, then you know the smell
We're a [?]
The rap stars, fat cars [?]
[Chorus:]
It's a jungle, it's a jungle, it makes me wanna wonder
How people are going under, under, under
We gotta raise our kids while we're living [?]
And you know you're [?] throw my niggers out of prison!
[?] how [?] from going under, under, under
Damn!
Ohio, I've been scraped the pavement throughout natural sevens
Picking 50's of the floor, trying to collect the sevens
Cause it's the streets that I eat from
Doc and Donny and them is who I learn from
So each one teach one that's the cigarillos burn from
The seats of my 68 camaro with the skiny front
Ride with me through my city once
And be inspired how we give it up
Fast talkin' pimp walkin' how we live it up
Hustler spirit sound anything you give to us, trust
We ain't come from much, so it's in us to double up,
2 pairs and new heads when we rush
For the love of mink coats and rings with the sharpest cuts
Militant minds all the time though
Trying to balance that thin line of freedom and dough
Keep a clean song let the dice roll with the good times
Cause if you gonna gamble might as well on this life
So shake 'em up, shake 'em up with me
Grab your red cups fill 'em up with me
And come through this south east side and get this milk money
See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
I made enough
Round here, that's what we call life
Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill 'em up
A roll of weed loose communicate with every few
After what's the use overlooking the project view
Penthouse dreams, large tips for my bellman
Reality is fiends [?] drops in my shelter
You decide what stay alive that be crucified
40 dollar for my crucifix jeweler do or die
Real niggers wanna shout, live it up
Dice game here, crack a six, triple up
Any question and I'm with it, time to go and get it
Looking at the Rolle, mother proud made a visit
It's a cold world, mama made me frigid
Niggers getting' money, I'm living interest
My team running screen, Derek Rose at the point
[?] blow never know, time to blow the joint
See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
I made enough
Round here, that's what we call life
Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill it up
I perfected the come up, hustle harder than most
Stack papers til it wrinkled and mold
They said you ain't getting it until them dollars don't fall
So I ain't ever relax, head crack after head crack
My approach is leave with it all, go spend that and bend back and do it again
Such a rush when it's all or nothing, dice flicking in your hand,
Everything is hittin' got you feeling you the man
Such an awesome zone to be in
I recline when the pressure's on the [?] more for the starters, I took the first stone
My cost home had me nurturing my first poem, then I decided throwing everything I worked for
Cause I was racing but it all felt dirt slow
Miles away from millionaires felt closer with each throw
If you're not willing to put it all in, then what you came fo'
Scared money don't make money, a broke mouth can't speak for me
Talk is cheap, I've been all in, let's get money
Talk is cheap, I've been all in, let's get money
A broke mouth can't speak for me
See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
I made enough
Round here, that's what we call life
Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
[Verse 1: Stalley]
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette's speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black tek pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees, bomb weed and a bet
Mentality complex, conscious but get vex
Over gangster instrumentals, instrumental to the rap game
Yeah the aim simple, target the lame and stay in the lane
As I dip through the ghetto with metal rings and coke gets peddled
The sun gon' shine 'em all after the smoke settles
My mom's blood levels is high, her son high ridin' 'round with the devils
So she prayed to Allah, hoping the demons gon' let go
I hustle for these C-notes tuck drugs in my pea coat
Dipping from the RICO watchin' people through the peep hole
A wolf in sheeps clothes and no evil and I speak no
Word to dangerous minds, spend no time with a weak soul
Spiritual and lethal a deadly combination
Pulling on the joint tryna to break my concentration
They say the game is locked, I'm tryna bust the combination
They want me to tell the story but I ain't for the conversation
So I'm contemplating, quit this rap ish or be blatant
And they all hating so I might just well stop faking
Like, I'm like them or I like them
While I ridin' 'round with it
I guess I'mma pipe em
Murder one man down i'm the man hands down
Aint nobody like em, thats why Im this way
Its me against the world and Im down for the play
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Hit the bengal with thirty shots
Nigga at nineteen had them cookies more dough love me morphines
Had a dream at twenty six get it by all means 2013 green
Couple O's, couple K's, couple gloccs
'Bout this lake, couple slay, couple yachts
[Verse 2: Stalley]
A lotta homicides Chevy's slide on perrolies
Full fur diamond blur a young Jim Kelly
Million dollar phone calls on the black celly
Black power trying to escape Jack Baur and the federales
Rallys strike money, '03 goin back to Cali in my dope mans
Starched tan khaki's and my Raybans
Fly gangsta, dirty niggas hate them
Fly chicks wanna date em thats cause they stay go
Rubberband bank roll or they mack-11 lets roll
We gotta take more, they got me on my mobbin ish
Ninety nine stick up kids,
Nigga came to rob ish so lay down or get hit
With these metals sticks
My niggas top 10 shave bricks
Trying to escape state ten and housin' bricks
So for freedom, I'm housin it
Came in the middle Malcom middle with an ink pen
A long way from Maclom Jamore wanna live in
No Theo Huxtable I hustle for my living
Never had to fit in, in the survival of the fittest
A hustler told me if you ridin' then you get in
No time to be a scary nigga today if you out in these streets
You gotta be down for the play, play, play
[Hook]
Hit the bengal with thirty shots
Nigga at nineteen had them cookies more dough love me morphines
Had a dream at twenty six get it by all means 2013 green
Couple O's, couple K's, couple gloccs
'Bout this lake, couple slay, couple yachts
Couple O's, couple K's, couple gloccs
[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart
Now I'm just ready to go right before the party start
Girl I'm not gon' break your party heart
Girl I'm just letting you know because we bout to party hard
I hope you ready to go
[Verse 1: Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I'm on the tree, she on ketel 1 and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon' be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it's a party all around us
[Hook]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I'm still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I'm travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of (?)
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it's really dough
I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don't wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention
3, 3, 0, 3, 3, 0, here we go, 3, 3 0
Call my city out they coming with me
And we gonna [?] these bitches split it up 50-50
Scout's honor, I'm a bomber unified
No fingers crossed, no hands tied
I'm bout to knock these weak niggers off the earth
Got them by a landslide
No tear share, cut them feelings off, it's ok to be
Proud how I rap for y'all, salute, pause, cut back, and let the weapons off
For a rebel [?]
So please step it up
Not a man on the moon, this ground I step on be witness classic nigger
[?] gasoline dreams, still lit a match [?]
He ain't know, I be the supreme, throw them up
And flagrant niggers giving away too many free throws
I'm already up [?]
When I rap to the death of me
And when you see me, it will always be 330
Where I came from, out that dirt
And got my game from 330
When I rap to the death of me
And when you see me, it will always be 330
Where I came from, out that dirt
And got my game from 330
Got so much pride in them 3 numbers
Cause we be on our own [?]
Thick tops and thicky shorts for hot summers
[?] if it's cold up in these corners
It is and but it ain't, cause them youngers be upon yous
So don't get too much in comfort
Cause they always gonna wonder, what you come for, they will dump you
Now let me bring it back to the peaceful side, [?]
Name a nigger that didn't did it like me
Took the milk and made it famous, shooting for the top aimless
Taking out whoever ain't with them
That's on my soul, I got it jumping like the [?] let's go
The representation you been waiting for
We here now, apologies if you waited long
When I rap to the death of me
And when you see me, it will always be 330
Where I came from, out that dirt
And got my game from 330
When I rap to the death of me
And when you see me, it will always be 330
[Intro]
Climb on in, let's ride
I'll show you what it really look like
High up in the sky
Like overpasses
Pullin' in the intersection
![Stalley (Live in HD) BET Music Matters Tour @ Howard Theater (DC) [9-15-12]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140321202736im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Lk466ZFOsd8/0.jpg "Stalley (Live in HD) BET Music Matters Tour @ Howard Theater (DC) [9-15-12]")
![Stalley - Live At Blossom [Prod. By Soundtrakk]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140321202736im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/SZ-j30L7FL0/0.jpg "Stalley - Live At Blossom [Prod. By Soundtrakk]")
![Stalley - Swangin [Live at Hip Hop Kemp 2013] [HQ]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140321202736im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/_Hrhtc9Q58k/0.jpg "Stalley - Swangin [Live at Hip Hop Kemp 2013] [HQ]")
![Stalley Live @ La Boule Noire - Live At Blossom [Prod. By Soundtrakk]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140321202736im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DDL4OpJZ7IU/0.jpg "Stalley Live @ La Boule Noire - Live At Blossom [Prod. By Soundtrakk]")
![Stalley live [Sound] MMG BCG @ Lille France 14/12/12](http://web.archive.org./web/20140321202736im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/AriFA3rYcfg/0.jpg "Stalley live [Sound] MMG BCG @ Lille France 14/12/12")
![MMG - Selfmade 3 (Full Album) [2013]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140321202736im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8PLtMZfvwV8/0.jpg "MMG - Selfmade 3 (Full Album) [2013]")
