Luni Coleone - 24-7 (Hook Jazzy - Solo) lyrics

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Luni Coleone - 24-7 (Hook Jazzy - Solo) lyrics

[verse 1] You know the name n***a coleone straight g'd up Any n***a that make a move is subject to get beat up Its a well know fact real n***as we keep it quite No snitchin no braggin pants saggin startin a riot We got it crackin like egg shells No jails my n***as post bail Smoked out drunk beatin p**y up at the motel We on one no one want to f** with my thugs Game tight we thuggish ain't no mothaf**in love These n***as k** the bullsh** ain't nothin Mad as f** gat bustin at the whole crowd cussin On the real though coleone stompin in his steal toes Puttin it down givin up the west for these wierdos [Chorus] I'm on a mission 24-7 husltin I make sure to wear my d**h row vest n***as on the street flashin makes a bloody mess I'm shakin off my sweat Your on a thin line ya f**in with a vet I dont recommend that you put to the test I'm on this paper quest.............gangstas [verse 2] I got to get mine thats for show big cheese Coleone the savage break um down to their knees k** k** murder murder haven't you ever heard a coleone hopin out the trunk With a ?? wettin your shirt I got to keep it real they makin false acuvations Tryin to stop what I do thinkin pre-meditation I'm a cold a** n***a put you on your dome a** n***a South side Sacramento gives a f** a** n***a sh** im on one when im f**in a b**h I use trojans Stay tru to the game cus im out to make a million If they ask tell them coleone took the scrillion Same address same number with hella weed man [Chorus] [verse 3] No retreat no surrender we ready to mash Coleone the gangsta with the Glock and a stash I'm in a warzone everywhere I stare d**h lookin But I keep on pushin hopin my sins get tookin I'm a real a** n***a dont test I might blow ya mothaf**in chest out with this chrome 44 Ain't no punk in my n***as when its time to ride Adrenaline pumpin dumpin at the top of my ride Ain't no actors we pull up in your town califactors Ridin somethin cleaner than the presidents mattress Straight thugs poppin my collas open the glove Representin like n***a I dont give a mothaf** [Chorus x2]