Царь горы

I'm a full-time gangsta, scamming is my career. I'm the midnight study, in yellow smoking fur. You know the wise cat, controlling crooked dice Section alone. My own designated piece of curb, Perfect as my growth state. Plus I'm looking up to real niggas in this Industry, like Russian Juice, we call it Jazz only Company. Say that's from South Bend, Putting hits on crooked cops. I'm trapped in the catacombs of LA taking criminal Mugshots. They say a nigga with a gun is Homicidal. Well, they made it bigger to tote it And take the style, wait, that's suicidal. For the niggas with no sense on Johnson Woodlawn Boulevard. Sipping that fucking High trapping niggas don't get robbed. Pump up in the stereo with pimp niggas picking Up. Heat under the seat, sipping sweets from the Toe show. We tearin' up the fucking club, Rollers on clean on the pole. Thick as hell on Beale Street where you can Fuck on a first night hoe. Handled guns, niggas just tryna get paid. The game that you play'll get played. Killers zip my tail, we lay 'em down with A rusty 12 gauge. I got much for the H-O-O-D, I could win. I will win anything on any trick bitch tryna Cross my clan. Lose your SCP 'cause the Mansfield Three is here, got my back. Earth, Billy Woodlawn, Smoking City Walkers and Ash Street niggas checking traps. What your hood like? Is it rough? Is it tough? We got drugs and guns, girls and niggas, We ain't afraid to bust a fool.