Rato Beat Production - Str8 from tha Projex lyrics

[Verse 1] I was thinking about my life and how it's a train wreck Ever since I was five I was a Crip and I slanged crack k**ing other n***as just 'cause they wear red Thinking about my life damn I should really be dead Well in Compton, you ain't really got no choice You a banger, a baller, or you got a great voice Unfortunately, I couldn't ball and my voice would crack So I joined a gang and k**s I would rack I thought the gangsta life was the way to live 'Till I experienced something that pains me to relive My friend C-Roy, about the same age as me Murdered with a gun and left to rot in the streets I called the police but they only jailed me I had no family no one would bail me So I studied the word of a wise man before me An Indian man named Mahatma Gandhi [Hook x4] Now do the whip and lean back stanky legg and do the nae nae Crip walk around the room now Crank Dat Soulja Boy baby [Verse 2] Now I'm back on the blizzle watching the scizzle unfizzle Knocking nizzles out and knocking nizzles out cizzle Correctionizzle facilitizzles can't stop this nizzle The Blizzles gonna lose in the wizzle of the tizzle 'Cause I'm like Snoop Dizzle Dr. Drizzle and 2Pizzle d**h Rizzle is the lizzle that inspired this nizzle Oh shizzle it's the polizzle better hide the dank wizzle Or go to jizzle and get beat by the other punk nizzle k**ing other fizzle nizzles as I slang my cocizzle No Blizzle can catch me as I Netflizzle and chizzle With the slizzles and bizzles and the trizzles and hizzles All on my dizzle and we doing it without a cizzle Gizzle a** nizzle tryna hop on my dizzle But my dizzle's resizzle for the stizzle a** bizzles 'Cause I'm the Tizzle Bizzle, I'm the Bizzle that's Tizzle Running trizzles on your a** you mizzlefizzle pizzle nizzle [Hook x4] [Verse 3] Peep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle all you n***as getting k**ed With your mouths open Tryna come up off of me you in the clouds hoping Smoking dope it's like a sherm high n***as think they learned to fly But they burn motherf**er you deserve to die Talking about you getting money but it's funny to me All you n***as living bummy why you f**ing with me I'm a self made millionaire Thug living out of prison pistols in the air Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a b**h to let you sleep in the house Now it's all about Versace you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherf**er I hit 'em up [Hook x4]