*(Lunasicc Talking)*
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Verse 1
Fo the rest of my life
I be ballin f**in top notch hoes
Makin the coroner mad as f** when he look at that body wit out clothes
Frozen memories of mutha f**in used to be
f**ed in the game, I aim fo the brain constantly
Doin 90 I mash
Empty 8 miles an hour
My heat
I dump in the middle of the street if the job turn sour
These cowards
Don't really know who tha f** they f**in wit
Eddie Bauer
Super Sport, Lexo's, wit shipped kits
Went from Nike's to Levi's
Top hats, to black ties
From nation to worldwide
Been a gangsta since knee-high
Fallin on you b**hes, stayin away from you snitches
So if anybody got nuts, I'm servin yo a** like some tennis
Servin yo a** like a gymnist
Who got it crackin like me??
Ain't no doe-doe, shake a hoe like a po-po
Movin 'em off that weed
I will blow until you bleed, this boy gonna make it
Call the coroner for that a**
Yo life I'm gonna take it
*(Chorus)* x2
I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major n***as
Made n***as, straight paid n***as, clockin major figgaz
I'm goin all out to get what I got, holdin my own
Call me the King of Cali, Northern Valley is my home
Verse 2
I stick b**hes like a cactus
An I'm deadly wit no practice
Layin these n***as down on the ground, like layin these hoes on a
Matress
No theatrics
These movies ain't got sh** on me
It's this Mafia life I live in the S-A-C
These n***as be lookin pitiful
Wit rhymes that come out critical
Actin like they bad, not knowin they nouns, pronouns, an syllabls
You n***as can't get wit me can't daddy I move too quickly
Most of them they talk they sh**, but they scared to rain like they name
Missy
My pistola, he ring like Motorola's when I'm drivin
Attractin attention like hoes
Have naked
Sun shining out the 9-1-5 plus 1 city
Get the picture
k** it don't matter as long as my pockets gettin thicker
They say rich or for poor
But that sh** ain't nuthin but paper
It's Siccness, I'm major cuttin yo flesh like a razor
An f** Dr. Dre... EASTCOAST ni**a
Who the baddest??
Life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised
*(chorus)* x2
Verse 3
Til my casket drops
I'm a be steady pimpin, dippin
Doin my thangs
Checkin n***as hangin on me like gold chains
Please back the f** up
Before I go pump the trunk up
Dump yo a** inside
Then ride to the site an dump you off mutha f**a
k**, k**, k**
Murda, murda, murda
Catch me ridin sumpthin clean
Bumpin some sh** you never heard of
Put my b-b in tha 7-3-5
B-M-dubble
Ain't no s**a, I'm blastin on you punk mutha f**az
Casualties of war
Harcore like my feezie
Booty rappers I call em chester cuz they sh** sound cheesy
An that's fo sheezy
What kind of man would I be
If my rhymes was tight as f** costin about 30 g's
n***a please, I'm the youngsta makin the noise like thunder
Candy paint on my 6-4
Gotta drop it before the summer
This that real sh**
n***a you can't f** wit these
Do or die up in my city, when I'm chasin my cheese. Uh
*(chorus)* x3
I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major, beeitch, beeitch
That's right, westcoast mutha f**az(mutha f**az)
That AWOL camp(AWOL camp) uh. uh. uh. You know one for the money b**h