Clika One - The Circle (feat. Fatal) lyrics

[Singing] I'll always spit this gangsta sh** I'm always G'd up gansterish I'll always have a gangsta b**h That loves my gangsta ways Now and ever [Romero] Some call me a dreamer,and it seems it's very hard to achieve 'em Some said its impossible, I find that hard to believe See I was starvin' wit this hunger to sharpen my stees We all come up from a circle, surrounded by gees Fully equipped,money,d**,bullets, and b**hes Everything I ever wanted I would hustle to get it Bustin' my knuckles on punk motherf**ers that wanted to chunk 'em Bullsh** ain't nothin' till someone says says somethin' To someone ain't have it, grabbin' the heat up peelin' the hammer back Don't look so happy to see me when I come blastin back I counter attack on coward a** rappers, who can't even rap but can act Y'all still need practice My story is told and sold on the slums and street corners Bangin' beats full of funk you bums are sleepin on us Ill just keep those names anonymous, keep away from y'all piranhas always Biting and sh** And my so called homeboys they didn't even buy my sh** While my mothaf**in haters still alive for it It's the L to the O-B-O and the low-low minded for 'sho Armani cologne and some barbershop bout to get blowed [Bad Boy] Don't approach me dude, I'm not in the mood Im fightin' the mind and if I lose I'll be out of my noose I left school just to ride with the crew, lighting a few Tryin to do whatever life tries in cube Im not you so you can't be me I'm MVP, you ain't scarin nobody with your MVP'S, I'm high grade the ice alone dipped in the grave The prosgrade and I put that on life that I will not change I'm not the same cat, witness the power of the brain cat Only the wise willing to stare me when I say that Only the light will teach me what the brain can't The only prize stays in the same man My name tatt it's all related to the same crap I know I'm not a k**a and I don't intend to change that Don't make me have to bring the game back You f** around and get your plates tapped or get your plates capped [Romero] We all came up from a circle surrounded by Gees k**az,dealers, and ballers playin parts in your dreams All in a circle all of our anger, all of our verses All for one purpose, to this mob that will hurt you [Kishwah] The way I grew up was rough, mobbing homies was my circle Used to handle blocks with 'em until my knuckles turned purple But they gave me game at a very young age so I'd survive That's real, no lie, its cuz of them that I'm still alive They showed me to be cold,inhumane and cruel The knowledge obtained in the streets wasn't explained in school Like how to use game as a tool against some fool the same as you I'm the flame and fuel proving there's no change in rules We were here before you came and we'll be here when you leave City game won't ever change That's so playas please believe Hates like a disease, it can't be treated or cured That's so you take heed to my word, that's why I need to be heard I need the whole world to listen up and pay attention To the lesson I'm about to teach your a**, cla** in session Welcome to How-To-Keep-It-Real-101, first thing is keep a steal Never leave without your gun, trust no one cuz no one should be trusted Seen the hardest fool, admit to the crime when they got busted Never let your gun get rusted, busta you should learn to clean it You don't want that sh** to jam, understand man I mean it Throw a condom on your penis, before you decide to hit it When It comes to the AIDS if she's got it, trust me you'll get it If I said it, I meant it and I hope you learn something Like to you soldiers with no stripes it's time to earn something [Ese Brown] I live my life right out on the page, read dawg These are my days These criminal ways they got us criminal cases We gots to hold gauges and smoke 0's ain't no changes We in the motherf**in same places The same thugs, same gangstas the same d** It ain't no secret where we from, this Clik to da 1 Circle of guns, sicker than f** looking for any funds We spit this sh** in front of everyone Every word is meant how I said it son You motherf**ers ain't ready for it, but here it comes This sh** is thicker than 1, cuz all my dawgs sleep in the same slums Doing licks with the same guns, and we ain't ready to run The game is all but a game to some, the game is fun Until your brains laying out in the sun You motherf**ers need to stay calm, you see what happens to fools That was talking they getting bombed on [Singing] I'm always G'd up gangsterish I'm always kickin this gangsta sh** I'll always have a gangsta b**h That love my gangsta ways, now and ever [Adlibs until fade]