Paris Bueller - 52 Bars lyrics

30 30's with 30's,30 n***as we dirty I got my shooters they shooting, we show them n***as no mercy From the pot to the block,from the block to the lot I got to duck from the ops, they be too cool with the cops See my life like a movie, I caught a case for the tooly The judge given out ten I ain't scared I do it So if a n***a run up on me I react with the uzi (if a n***a run up on me I react with the uzi) Son needed his daddy I still need him right now He doing life in the Feds need that appeal right now I catch a body I'm gone, I'm dipping right out of town I see the scout who told he getting pelled right down L's up to I die, blood,sweat,and some tears Def Jam they signed me, complete my dream as a kid Got locked up told my celly, he thinking life is a gig Tell'em all I'm on TV MTV I'm the sh** I hit a stain on some bricks, I can't look back I'm ahead I can't look back on this bread, I guess disease is to rare One did and it spread where I be 64th All that rating is dead I put a nine to his head Lil rock snatched for attempt lawyer money I got him If he can't hold weight he best believe I'm gonna spot'em I can't sit in the streets and let my real n***as rotting All black like I'm Bruce, so who think that was robbing And they drop my advanced,I'ma cop me up six I'ma carry a fenz and I'ma cop me a Benz I got Tommy's and Mac's, 40 cals, Glock 10's Momma told me you gon make it but, you can't get it in I'm a trapper to rapper, real n***as to actors Same people who's fans they use to say ain't a factor I'm on top of the city, so them rumors ain't matter 8 balls the size of baseballs in the field I'ma batter A n***a tried to k** me dead, ops tried to wheel me in Like the Cubs in '79 them n***as won't win again Judge told me eye to eye PD riding on her end Get caught with another slammer they say they first offer 10 I can't change up like a penny, I want head just like a penny You won't catch in the telly, catch me in back of the Bentley n***as know I'm nailing sh**, n***as know we k**ing sh** I don't really give a f** all my n***as we be in it We be 30 deep at least 30 of us polled up Taking risk that I hope and see my baby growing up Russian roulette in the streets, life is all about luck p**y, money, weed, loyalty, trust is what a n***a lust I'ma I'm packing like a Green Bay Packer, all white Challenger, saltine cracker Free all of my n***as doing more than 3 calenders Pigs snatched me up, smacked me up cause I ain't answer them Can't snitch ain't a bone in my body say b**h I can't switch, half them shooters ain't shooting they faking I'm savage, my teacher always told me I ain't average She said lil Durk he'll shoot I remind them of the Mavericks (let's get it)