L.C. Rip - Civil Warz lyrics

L.C. Rip - Civil Warz (ft. Control) [Prod. by V.I.C.] (Control - under the alias Gryft) To all my homies with the L's in the sky, pa** the lie Gettin by, high, f** if I die in a drive-by Cause it's all about the ride.. not when you hide And lighter, if you try [?]- and got the good on the inside Me gettin paper equals b**hes, they want my riches To grant their wishes, leavin me in stitches Still in the frame to get stuck with the dishes They hate the player.. when they should hate the game I reach the fame, leavin em on their knees in shame I represent my Nob Hill-billies to the fullest Poppin shots, tellin the city which street is the hoodest Got the mayor in a rut, he don't know where to put us Breakin outta cells, pollutin the city wells Turnin life into a livin hell.. makin bail Cause we makin money, see Sellin rocks to the jocks, white pony [?]- for the phonies Smack is for the.. cracked out. Crack is for the wacked out My dick is for that b**hes mouth for any small amount Never on the same block, two times in a row There's always some punk tryna get a ticket to the show To that I say, no. I flip the script when they see me With my fofo (.44) stickin out the window I pa**, then I blast.. Got my finger on the trigga, while I puff on the gra** Got a b**h in the 2 seater, got her moaning, doin 80, while I finger her Finna hit the tricks, f** all the lingerers I kick em to the curb, reverse to observe what occurred due to my verbs (L.C. Rip - under the alias Chambers) Yo It's a concrete jungle.. with constant struggles There ain't one day where there ain't no trouble Like the Middle East, it's all ashes and rubble With snakes all around, tryna pop you like a bubble It's a f**ed up puzzle, that nobody can solve I've seen a gun get pulled, til no bullets revolve Leavin a young kid dead, and a murder unsolved Cause if a thug plug a thug, ain't no cops get involved It's not our fault, the pain is buried in booze And it's not our fault, we've gotta carry an Uz This was by default, not a life that we choose But it's all that we got, and so we can't just lose Open up your mind, ain't no time to slack off Stay up on the grind, like a prime Tony Hawk It's all about the climb, ain't no phoney a** talk Ain't no Miley Cy-sh**, f** that boney a** thot All these broads that I know, just wanna act like that And alotta opps know, that's how they get us back Send a ho, to our show, set em up as the trap That's some Animorph sh**, b**hes turnin into rats Pa**in most p**y, cause they come with a whip Plus alot of em dirty, not to mention want kids And there ain't no hurry, so I give em the slip As I kick back.. just me and my Nob click