Crooked I - Bang Yo City lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] What do you do if you a rebel When the whole world around you ain't thinking on your level Like a stone to a pebble I'm looking at my bezel I ain't got time to verbally wrestle with you devils Talking sh** and freeze my mind Till I become a walking stick to lead the blind, yeah Do you believe my grind? I spit polished, that's the reason I perceive to shine Should've knew from "Session One" leave them guys alone Feel my work is never done, my life's a song Even though I kept a gun I knew right from wrong I got wisdom like Reverend Run, I could wise your dome I put on for my city, got my hood on smash Riding through Long Beach, foot on gas TMZ with the pistols, looking for guns to put on blast Leave me alone and they staying in my good old stash The hood mess with my scruples I looked d**h in the face so closely I saw myself in his pupils Everybody got a coffin they gone get in time I'm walking, not running trying to get in mine My young homies, they'll thug with a cause My old homies living life behind government walls Fell victim to Republican laws Barbara Boxer, Arnold Schwarzenegger, naw I ain't f**ing with y'all The conspiracy theorist that y'all say I be Thinking a free clinic giving out H-I-V, ugh Murder the ghetto with A-I-D-S Preach to the choir, may I please? Chuch I know you lyric critics wanna give me hell Just to harming them flow going deeper than any well Thinking optimistic, 2013 Coupe on reserve My ward ain't ending in 2012 I'm the best, hating on me's what you better do Have to talk behind my back cause I'm ahead of you Hip Hop Weekly new beat k**ing 'em Trying to be a synonym to Kool G And ill as Eminem with the loose leaf Crazy as Kool Keith, giving them groupies a two drink minimum When they s** me off, they be working so hard Like an employee I must be boss, ugh My little n***a Manny 15 keep a M16 Love to hear that b**h scream I can tell him to k** you if I wanted to But why would I tell him to do something I wanna do Turn on the TV, rappers all sagging Tell you ain't never had sh**, how y'all bragging? Yeah n***a 44 Magnum, point it at you industry n***as who false flagging You false flagging homie, you false flagging You false flagging homie, you false flagging You ain't a Crip, Piru or a Blood And I hope some real bangers k** you, n***a what?