©1996 B. BROWN, M. ORTEGA

AHH! Shit it's the motherfucking gangsta mack from the city where them niggas don't be coming back. Off chronic, paranoid so I'm watching my back with a double deuce off ides in-between my lap. Hittin' corners in a drop top G.E.O. coming solo so what they hittin' foe. Fool, I got hoes cause my games bigger, dropping lyrics on G.P. just to stop niggas. And let em' know that they fucking with some true shit, known to keep a trusty tech-nine with the full clip. So whatta ya want, some of this bomb ass shit but all I got for your ass are these hollow tips. So get to stepping before you hear this tech-nine blast you in the grass, when B. Hards on your raggedy ass. Nigga what you figure I'll stand bigger, I stop niggas, drop niggas, clock triggers, pop niggas. I ain't that motherfucker man on the the mic coming tighter than a drop top mustang. So bump my shit when you riding, cause when you dippin' and slidin' I'll be creeping when you high siding. I'm more bounce to the ounce for marks, the b.a.y. c.r.y.p.t. keeper gets no deeper. Out the cut with some shit to spit, keep it spinning on wax so I can makes my grip. And fools be running up for what it ain't no love so it must be about you getting fucked up. Look the maniac keeps a forty to the dome, your hearing rumors that I'm nuts so guard your guts. Because I'm filled with no remorse my heart is cold, the type of Nigga that'll blast so slow your roll. Ya six feet wearing your mom's rug, because a dope fiend popped you for a dub. IT AIN'T NO LOVE.

HOOK: I ROLL WITH PLAYAS ON MY SQUAD AND WE DEEP AND SHIT SO WATCH YA BACK. CHECKING HOES ABOUT MY GRIP CAUSE IT'S MONEY TO GET IF YOU A TRICK. FROM OUT THE BAY WHERE ALL THE REAL GANGSTERS STAY SO DON'T TRIP CAUSE. MY NIGGAS K.B., SHAKE, AND KOOL KEITH WE THICK AND OH! OUR MOTTO IS.

Now I'm hittin' on the dank every chance I get, fill me up with gin and juice and witness gangsta shit. Like on your knees is the position where you'll find yourself before your family seeing being zipped in plastic no evidence left. Be checking chin cause it feels right then hit a block with a Gloc leaving every nigga on it shot. Giving a fuck ain't in my blood that's why I don't but quick to hit you with a slug. Nigga criminal minded with a mouthpiece that's why niggas be quick to give up respect when I drop these. Be breaking these niggas off something proper you never knew that I can pick up the miz-nike and come off tiz-nite. Yeah it don't stop until the pimping do so if the pimping out da' door I got some mack shit too. Thought you knew a playas in yo' face bringing all the hoes, and all the dough, and all the bass. Fool. wreck a set and check a hoe, for niggas who don't know to much about me now you know I creep slow. At night when I'm out doing work cause niggas gotta go you just might catch me diggin' dirt I figure that hurt. It's thoughts of a maniac spittin' it to ya of a double deuce and a potent ass fat sack. To make my pockets fat, hit on a blunt, sip a forty fuck a hood rat. Setting nigga up get em' fiending for the skins, get em' to the crib niggas waiting with a Mac-10. Cause bitches they be shady too, swear niggas want em' when we only wanna bone em', Mann it aint no love.

HOOK: I GOT TEN FOR THE DRANK YOU JUST BRING DA' DANK (HEY MAN CAN I HIT IT). IT'S GOT ME CHOKING CAUSE IT'S POTENT IS IT CHOCOLATE TAI CAUSE IM HIGH. I GOT MY MONEY ON MY MIND AND MY HAND ON MY NINE IF YA STEP. SO MAKE WAY FOR THE HARD FOUNDATION CREW WE THOUGHT YA KNEW.

It's the hard foundation pimping ain't no thang though, it's all about the game never fucking with the same hoe, Putting fools away we roll in jeeps and black Acuras niggas don't be stepping cause we keep fat gats for ya. Rule number 1 a playa perk has to stay on Rule number 2 you gotta find a bitch to lay on. And if you don't like it you can get the fuck on iz up, you knew it wasn't love but you still up on my niggy, niggy nizuts. Everyday, back up and give me space sometimes you gotta swing but I ain't trying to catch a case. I'm in and out gone, I'll get my black ass on go and get my cash on by picking up a microphone. Nigga then come off tighter than your chick, no how I know cause she was all up on my dick and she ain't shit. I'm straight up out the Richtown, I got my forty and my dank and it stank.

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