V-12 - Ya Not No k**a lyrics

[Intro: Bars] Just yesterday I was born again Everyday when I wake up, I'm born over [Bars] One for the money, two for the cash Three for Rikers Island, who need weed bag stash Seen dope fiends throw up, sh**ty weed bags, it's madness Coppers perpetrayin' the fort, crackers wanna k** n***as Triggers get handed to n***as, with no cases I guess I'd have a gun, if I was safer Never hate us, come in dreams, when I be sleepin' Makin' me wake up, with cold sweats, it's no threat Imaginary gunshot to the head But I be happy, when I don't wake up dead I'm just on point, do what y'all might do Even though that ain't like you You ain't no k**a, n***a, my type 2 Pencil will carve a name in a check That'll get your a** gensu, in two [Hook: V12] You not no k**a, and everybody knows you not You not no k**a, no, no, you ain't k**a, you not, you know you not, you not, a k**a You not no k**a, no, oh no [V12] Big guns try to approach, but need one Don't force me to pump you and your soldiers, your close breath Free throws, like b**hes, keep babies, it might seem Crazy, how I'd rap and sing, it's truly amazing I spend nights and a days, with a bad b**h from Beijing And them cops keep hating, I'm answer my floor But at the same time, get off these hammers, increasin' my throat Call me V-Twizzy, more tenor, b**h, cuz you the dumb one Look, Tony, not to get hit from the blind side b**hes, cling rider, whoever, dun, it's y'all time And everybody knows your not [Hooks] I'm that good guy, hood fly, dubbies on an S Six double no, bling, hangin' off my neck Bang tattered on my waist, I ain't go no problems But that ratchet can't be safe Just in case, I gotta put a ba*tard in his place Cuz I ain't been dead nothing I showed a love I have, and did my life thuggin' Youngin' from the 41st side of the hood Mix a twenty sacks of haze, with a sack of that wood Cuz I get high, like I get money and hoes I done came up, and still be runnin' the same codes And I move crowds, air you out n***as round the hood said B-N-H got the juice now New Now N Laterz, we back, you wa*ksta Q.B., 41st Side, B.A. gangstas Got it locked, you ain't a k**er, never buck a shot, n***a Stock boy, you too cold to be a hot boy [Hook] [Shyheim] Some actin' cuckoo like he just flew over a nest Like y'all give a f** how much weight he bench Shyheim, my government and my attribute BIG left me a tech a nine, at my cribs So give me the loot, or LBC it like Snoop I'm out to get coof again, coof again, coupe Turn up the thermostat, I beat a murder rap I'm about to bring it back, in the name of crack In the name of dope, slidin' through your hood On a diamondback, with spokes Big boy toys, underneath the smoke of coke Y'all motherf**ers must think I'mma joke I smack n***as like you, and tell 'em, go get your guns As far as I'm concerned, y'all can s** dick and swallow cum I'm God son, the rose of salvation Product of the ghetto, I'm the streets creation I move like vampires, only at night Hand grip like plyers, on the block with rapid fire Goin' hay wire, I stab a n***a til my arm gets tired About to retire..