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[T-Bone]<br>Im ready to make a murder scene happen<br>Pimp slappin demons and packin<br>Unload clips, reload and sink ships like a captian<br>You act like you be knowin, when a G be rappin<br>Runnin from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrappin<br>Now hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spitted<br>Even though I know you and your crew ain`t even gonna admit it<br>Now slow down T, this family<br>They mess wit you, they mess wit me and also E<br>Why?, this be O.R.C.<br>Lyrically comin wit ski masks out the bushes<br>Wit chainsaws, and axes diggin<br>These demons while they`re blood gushes<br>Ima jack these demons one by one<br>They call me Big Daddy Kane, why? Cause I get the job done<br>Now watch me jack these demons, hit em wit a gat<br>Show em how a real G suposed to act<br>Smugglin Bibles instead of gat<br>Rollin drop top cadillacs, puttin it down streets corners and shows<br>For all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death row<br>Really though<br> <br>[Chorus]<br>Bone be the one wit the guns in his hand<br>Demons tryin to kill him, cause they no like him<br>Smugglin Bibles to countries filled wit comminism<br>Tryin to preach them the WORD then convert to Christian<br>[2x]<br> <br>[T-Bone]<br>Tryin to reach them pimps and thugs<br>Curb serves movin them major drugs<br>Gang bangin rollin 60`s crips and them piru bloods<br>One love to all the preachas on the street corners<br>2 dubs for all my riders out in California<br>Peace to my patnas up in Frisco, <br>San Jose, East Palo Alto, Sacramento<br>Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond, Leandro<br>Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, Diego<br>Ya`ll know, the golden state full of hate and drama<br>Marijuanna and thugs that shoot a quien las da la ganna<br>most got both hands on they`re desert eagle<br>gotta watch ya back cause here in California killins legal<br>Rollin regals, impalas, cadis and them el caminos<br>Hittin switches, best beware of all them hattin snitches<br>Takin pictures of west coast cali sunsets<br>Streets infested wit all them gang bangin ghetto vets<br>No regrets,my patnas dyin over them gangs and sets<br>Havin sex wit girls in mini skirts and pink barrettes<br>Whats next, sick of techs and all them ghetto birds<br>Smell of herb, and playboys sippin on the thunderbird<br>I`ll scream until I`m heard, preach the WORD<br>In every alley, crack ghetto curb<br>Wit the beats and verbs<br>Anointed by the might God I serve<br> <br>[Chorus]