Only in the Studio

(X-Raided)<br>Fat niggas puttin shit up in the game<br>Livin off the fame of the Garden Blocc name<br>But never did dirt or put in no work<br>They be rappin like they g`s<br>Talkin bout maccin bitches and slangin ki`s<br>But please you a ho<br>No need to play the role like you ain`t kowin that<br>Go look in the mirror, you won`t see no gangsta starin bacc<br>Based on that fact I`m let it be known<br>Gotta tell the homies what really goes on nigga<br>(You mutha fuccas)<br>You don`t even know how to load a nine<br>You seen your homie do some dirt and went and wrote a rhyme<br>But how you talkin bout bein a killa and never made a niggas brain hang<br>You sayin you a loc but never gang banged<br>Nigga you ought to win an Oscar<br>"The Best Actor of the Year" you ain`t no mutha fuccin mobsta<br>You faker than Cubic Zarconia <br>Givin a bad reputation to niggas in Killafornia<br>We puttin bustas in hearses <br>Why you marks be bombin on base heads and snatchin bitches purses<br>That punk shit, but nigga you think you so a hard<br>That`s why thay X-Raided loc be pullin ho calls<br> <br>(X-Raided)<br>(Chorus)<br>You a gang bangin nigga<br>Hustla, mutha fuccin psycho, loco, but only in the studio<br>Rappin like you real<br>Talkin bout how you kill niggas<br>Let the truth be told, it`s only in the studio<br>Gang bangin nigga<br>Hustla, mutha fuccin psycho, loco, only in the studio<br>Rappin like you real<br>Talkin bout how you kill niggas<br>Let the truth be told, only in the studio<br> <br><br>(T-Macc)<br>I grab cash plus guns<br>Roll with old you gets done for the buns<br>And we four for the door<br>It`s time for roll<br>And you done crossed the wrong line<br>And I couldn`t forgive myself<br>For tellin your ass one more time<br>Now grab your ski and be on the grind<br>On a paper chase<br>Lace up your boots<br>And shoot for the skrill from the gate<br>And you betta make hate<br>Cuz it ain`t no time or minor race<br>I ride with realas and killas from day one and stay no face<br>Murder ones, protect identities<br>And murder twos, to kill off all these studio g`s<br>Everybody claimin to be a gangsta in the boot<br>When it`s time to ride they ducc and hide these niggas scared to shoot<br>Ain`t never seen you on the streets<br>And you don`t want to fucc with us cuz we real mutha fuccin P-C`s<br>Blacc Market soldiers takin over, still slangin yola<br>We realas up in this shit nigga somebody should of told ya<br> <br>(chorus)<br> <br>(Mr. Doctor)<br>Yeah nigga...<br>Yeah Doc...<br>What, what, you neva had me though<br>Creased blue kakies with blue laces in them blue kiccs<br>You never strolled the blocc with them true crips <br>Niggas like you round the locs is through<br>Bitch nigga swallow a dicc, that`s why you getting ran through<br>Straight trippin you could claim my blocc<br>You never hanged with the crips and never rang no Gloccs<br>Mo like a succa, but figure now a nigga would know<br>When you slip around and through settrip, it`s like walkin death row<br>Now you see but you seen to late<br>Mutha fucca, you slit like a clit cuz your ass is fake<br>(You don`t wanna slang, you don`t wanna gang bang)<br>You can`t crip walk then don`t let your gat talk<br>(You don`t wanna slang, you don`t wanna gang bang)<br>I never seen you on the spot<br>Never seen you with a Glocc<br>That`s how real gangstas roll<br>Dippin old schools and rags<br>Holiday and X-Raided loc<br> <br>(Chorus to end)