Til` My Casket Drops

I see so many murders in these Cali streets<br>I load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever thinks<br>of defeat?<br>When in ??? ???, I keep my eyes on the prize<br>Cos ain`t nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta<br>>From up North, no pain, no gain<br>Nigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine<br>Cos I`ma pack a pistol til` I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs<br>that got me down on that hitlist, I know you`re followin me<br>You`re round in my 500<br>but I commence to shake you piggies while I`m gettin blunted<br>My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted<br>I give a fuck, I`ll buck you down and stare, whatever you`re comin<br>I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat<br>like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip<br>and then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped<br><br>I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater<br>Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her<br>Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory<br>25 with a L cos the judge couldn`t feel my story<br>Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed<br>Shoot my way out any situation til` death do me<br>Part from the streets, it`s mandatory, got packet ???<br>And I jack it, it`s major dope when I rap it<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>I`m all in for the paper, big bases I chases<br>I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places<br>I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think<br>It ain`t no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies<br>We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate<br>smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti<br>Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey<br>And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me<br><br>I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles<br>That`s why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubbles<br>You`re runnin from the rumble, this sound is terrifyin<br>You`re hearin death callin, now you`re scared to die<br>Prepare for the annihi-lation of player-hation<br>You`re calicos is blazin, never known for grazin, I`m shot but it`s amazin<br>Butts haulin on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casket<br>Murderin all them bastards<br><br>Loc`d on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that`s major<br>Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin<br>That`s when we spark that wing that park, y`know the deal, shot stop<br>Everybody drop and watch the Bourbon Bill<br>You was fuckin with some true, soldiers<br>So when the tides had turned, you started snitchin to them rollers<br>You got fucked in a bad situation<br>My thugs got the L but the po-po`s didn`t know the situation<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I`m at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bullets<br>thru your vest, and if your funks real-ly, I`m about to cut you ??? ???<br>Invest, this game that I be givin, I`m tryin to heal your soul<br>So we can all be known for that dough in *?rotty`s vault?*<br>But if they wanna doublecross, we can do that too<br>Take em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two Glocks<br>Extendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chests<br>Murder, death, kill em, oh yes<br><br>Investiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetration<br>On the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nation<br>Pacin like a pimp, walkin witta limp cos my, calibre<br>holds extended 50 round clips in a server<br>Plugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zone<br>Fo` a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewn<br>Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip<br>With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya<br><br>All soldiers from my first generation just in case<br>All the damage left survivors, we official struggle strivers<br>Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck back<br>Traumatise your whole click, enter this, enchant tricks<br>Got they gillholes workin, lacin em wit two textures<br>That top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my track<br>Smash down on your shit, clown when the truck dip<br>Like boo young buckshots be shredded, servin *?clocks-er?*<br>Still acts suspicious when it`s time for 2-11`s, got my pocket-size pistols<br>Breakin em my 7<br>if the shit ain`t skanless, you`ll never read my Mafia mind<br>Soldiers killin anybody tryin to pull his behind<br>Gotta do em bad, I`m tryin to make a million like my big homey Bolo<br>It`s time to make a killin<br><br>Chorus