In My Bag

Oh, Major, don't go. I'm in my bag and trained to go. Hands are weapons that blow. All the gangsters know. Hustler out in the snow. Rain or sleet, I get dough. Cop it, push it, flip it, nigga get it. It's for the dime, but game louder, stronger than 'caine. Control the body and brain. I shoot it out before change. Lock up the factor for gain. Nigga, I'm lettin' it rain. First off, fuck your bitch, and that shit you Claim. Eastside, kick a clique, you don't respect my Game. Yeah, you hatin' on the real, then let Death consume ya. I compare these niggas to bitches Who live life through the rumors. I live life with a Ruger, while you got That next to ya. Half asleep in the bed, Bitch gon' make me some eggs. Grits, roll me some ends, then get used to Me leavin'. But seein' a hustler once in a While, simpin' and speedin'. In the fast lane, laughin' at the shit they Believe in. Bitch, I'm black mask fame, I can leave widows grievin' or heavenly breathin'. Got her away from them suckers. Got a dose of the dope, dope, now she Lovin' a hustler. No other could paint a picture So vivid and bright. Can't lie, I been sendin' wicked prayers at night. Somewhere in the streets, I done lost my mind. Whisperin' up to Heaven, "Lord bless my nine." I'm in my bag and trained to go. Hands are weapons that blow. All the gangsters know. Hustler out in the snow. Rain or sleet, I get dough. Cop it, push it, flip it, nigga get it. It's for the dime, but game louder, stronger than 'caine. Control the body and brain. I shoot it out before change. Lock up the factor for gain. Nigga, I'm lettin' it rain. From ashy to classy, from runnin' to the backseat Of a cruiser. Me and the pig just had A track meet. Me and the prosecutor don't see Eye eye, so we greet with smirks and mugs Until the judges meet. After I'm back, gettin' money from liquor and rap. No more coke and yak. Send me my vodka in black. Send me my bitch in pumps. Send me my team with morals. Strictly for these mortals. Competition be fools, I dorsal. Fear red Kangol, Cool J just passed through the Portal. Back to the future where I'm puttin' it Down, immortal. Flawless, boss shit, I'm rawest, rawest, get it. Lunatic, super sick, trip 'em back to nine-six. KKO on the set, bunch of young niggas hungry For money and records. Oh, you got your gun, nigga? Ready set, the scratch line never fades. I'm here like every day. I know where to stand when the drama comes My way. I'm in my bag and trained to Go. Hands are weapons that blow. All the gangsters know. Hustler out in the snow. Rain or sleet, I get dough. Cop it, push it, flip it, nigga get it. It's for the dime, but game louder, stronger than 'caine. Control the body and brain. I shoot it out before change. Lock up the factor for gain. Nigga, I'm lettin' it rain. Bag and trained to go. Hands are weapons that blow. All the gangsters know. Hustler out in the snow. Rain or sleet, I get dough. Cop it, push it, flip it, nigga get it. It's for the dime, but game louder, stronger than 'caine. Control the body and brain. Shoot it out before change. Lock up the factor for gain. Nigga, I'm lettin' it rain.