The Game E

Who the fuck is it? the shit? What? Do I got--what the fuck you mean, Do I got the shit, nigga? What the fuck? Come on, man. Think I'm just coming here to bullshit, nigga? What? Hey, man. What's up, man? Why-why you gotta get all hostile and shit? What-what? Nigga, why the fuck I gotta get hostile, Nigga? Nigga, quick. What? Is you--what? Nigga, what? Part two. In the ghetto, I knew this wild nigga named Spin. Lived his life as a sin and packed A black MAC-10. Wore a lot of jewels to show he had Knots. Lost his money a lot. Cross Spin, you get shot. A house on the hill where he stashed all His bills. Three bitches on the weekends with niggas That kill. Discuss keys at the table with bankers, Had anchors. His life before coke that made him Went loco. Now they put in work on out Of town drug lords. To make 'em feel their manhood and get the Things they couldn't afford. Peep, this shit is hella. Listen to what I tell ya. Journey with some real ghetto dwellers. I'm just chilling on the block with the Glock Cocked and I got it locked. Now it's my dope spot. The plot was like three on the dot. Get the product dumped, I'm leaving they stash spot Knocked. Get the keys, use the gangsta bitch for Bait. She ran up on him screaming, I had The infrared beaming. I don't hesitate. Why? It's time to regulate. Uh-huh. I cock back, let off three for the Set, then I break. Nigga, I... Back to my rest and I ain't Throw away my gun. I change clothes in case somebody saw what I Wore when I tore that lame's ass out the Frame. Never will I come dumb, I'm just young To the game. The same day I was supposed To make dough. You know, cut it up in Slabs of O's and roll 'em whole. No hesitation, got no time to get done up. The doper my shit, the bigger my come up. What must I do about the envy in some? Nothing. They won't last while I shine like the Sun. Keeping the cops on block 'cause the block Is locked. I got a quarter mill stacked, Praying not to get popped. Ooh, it's hot. Niggas get mopped, they try to Stop. The clientele is deep with pounders and ready Rock. With blue tops, drop top and the Glock Cocked. 'Cause what go around come around in the City that's hot. Spin and my man Pop on the steady rock. With pushers on each corner, went from bottom rock To top. Killer friends that'll ride for your rings And watch. Angel dust to boost the high up A notch. Now times has changed, It's getting real scary. Last week, I identified five in the obituaries. Little niggas running, all are enticed. To be precise, fuck rhyming, protect and shoot dice To be nice. Kill a nigga for the Tommy Hilfiger or the Polo. Shooting game at the neighborhood hoes. "You better slow down," my old head said. You think you the baddest thing ever since life Spread. I couldn't turn back. Why not? No getting out. Once I'm in it, then I'm in it for Life. And as it turns out, I caught that Body. The cops is on scout. I can't trust my clout. I gotta lay low down, shout. I reminisce watching pictures of Capone. Sick mind sitting on the city, so I phone Home. During my rap, I heard my fam got Jammed on the turf. Possession of a gram and a hammer. I hope he don't snitch in the slammer. As we take y'all back, funky asses on a Little journey from the dark side, Punks. Two R represents in this motherfucker. Blowing your brains on different terrains. Coming straight out of Philly as we take the Chocolate City onto another era. Blowing you all day and all night long as We drop another one too. This is Dr. Trevis Signing off. Trick bitches. Rolling with my niggas on the block, smoking weed By the cesspool and it don't stop. I be just rolling with my niggas on the Block, smoking weed by the cesspool and it don't Stop. I be just rolling with my niggas on The block, smoking weed by the cesspool cesspool and It don't stop. Like that, yo. Philly represents.