Plex - 40 Bars lyrics

[Iverson] For the year 2G the rap game change for one name Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated You went platinum with a ghost writer So in the game you won you cheated My slang bang when you need it You man enough to pull a gun be man enough to squeeze it (*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it Anything to do wit millions I'mma be with it Hats off to the hardcore n***as, f** the rest In my guess y'all useless, just talking music Never mistake me for a fake MC You got the wrong identity, n***a I'm CT fool Get murdered in a second in the first degree Come to me with f*ggot tendacies You'll be sleeping where the maggots be Ain't nothing kinda used to beef actually But when it's on I raise first automatically Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime Ten Bentleys in one line Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines Snipers hitting n***as long distance for a rate Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floating in water Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders One love to the ol school n***as They in the jail trying to raise us Even the ones that tried to blaze us But couldn't even graze us See them b**h a** n***as y'all k**ing don't amaze us Y'all slobbing I'm spitting wit a mouth full of rage Everybody stay fly get money k** and f** b**hes I'm hitting anything in plain view for my riches VA's finest filling up ditches, when n***as turn to b**hes Die for zero digits; I'mma giant yall midgets I know k**ers that k** for a fee That'll k** your a** for free, believe me How you wanna die fast or slowly? Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie I bought your sh** it was weak, trashed it now you owe me All the hardcore n***as know me I ain't knocking, I'm just gon' bust up in the motherf**er Taking anything that's rightfully mines Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines Physique crew, thick designs With j**els that shine all the time Ain't nothing sweet about this rate of mystique Got n***as while you eat sh** sleep and beat your meat Die reaching for heat, leave you leaking in the street n***as screaming he was a good boy ever since he was born But f** it he gone, life must go on n***as don't live that long But hoes in wigs n***as that think they head strong Got n***as hollering Jewelz dead wrong on this song This type of murder don't need no hook Just forty f**ing bars from the mouth of a crook