Various Artists - Came Around lyrics

[Chorus] Ever since we came 'round and able A lot of sh** done came down A lot of sh** done changed now A lot of n***as came 'round A lot of n***as hang now A lot of n***as bang now, start to get the fame now [VERSE 1 - Scar] I just want the change now, but how they 'posed to change now Been sockin' 'em up on my block and sh** for 'bout a decade and some change now So it ain't so strange now, they poppin' at my Range now I done blew some brains out, n***a check my strangs out Meadowbrooke, Moonlight, Market where we hang out Banged out for the daytime, but the night made bullets rang out My Market n***as banged out, Bay Loc...Jayo My Crip and Blood homies got love from every f**in' gang now (Bay Loc) My n***as go the same route, we've been peeped this game out Hoodsta's rich roll, I'm 47 banged out The joke and sh** we ain't about, the loc is Crip and came out Crip talkin' and walkin' til my blue strings came out b**hes scream my name out, the hood turned this game out n***as peep my strangs out so I pulls my thang out n***a let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now Notorious Dulow motherf**in' Gang clown [Chorus X2] [VERSE 2 - Jayo Felony] Ever since these f*g n***as came around The game been f**ed and watered down L-O-C-O comin' at you clown, y'all motherf**ers gon' get slaughtered now You're platinum do I feel you now, hell no cuz n***a 'bout to k** you now Y'all n***as ain't never gonna be sh** But a house on the west coast is still the sound f** that, n***a get back, feel my rounds, hit b**h, hit licks, hit, kick The ground When this anybody k**er n***a hit the ground You motherf**ers know how my Smith-n sound Get chips, get flipped, n***a this is Crip Anybody test that gets pistol whipped That's me and I'm still going out on a stretcher like -"fu*k THE WORLD MOTHERfu*kER THIS IS CRIP" Get chips, get rich with this, think we could rap and make a hit with this n***a so jealous he the one who slit his wrists Cuz y'all f*ggots ain't doing sh** with this C Bullet Loc will get even b**h and it might even be this evening b**h And bullsh** we don't believe it b**h, when sh** get thick y'all need to quit Get out the game you got the same sound, still gettin' beats from the same clown Don't look now n***as puttin' it down You was shakin' in your boots since we came around n***a let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now Notorious Dulow motherf**in' Gang clown [Chorus X3] [VERSE 3 - SCAR] Now think about it logically and see how it's sounding odd to me This n***a's a f**in' fool and I'm hearin' he's talking about boxing me n***a talking about boxing me, better be talking about poppin' me Choppin' me, Glockin' me, finally f**in' stoppin' me That's some sh** I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy Meant to be so it got to be, n***as hard, well not to me Hurtin' how I rock a beat, click click and pop my heat Droppin' G's, coppin' ki's, 2001 still poppin' p's (Bay Loc) n***a ain't no stoppin' me so listen to my prophecy Did time with Poppa C in the penitentiary Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly Numb n***as feelin' me, none n***as k**in' me We going on a k**ing spree, n***a check your history Hoodsta's ain't no mystery, never ball your fists at me Bring some green and twist with me, n***as slit their wrists for me His b**h blew a kiss at me, now his a** is history [Chorus]