Round Here
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Wait a minute, n-nigga its ill
Y-n-c-h made your cranium swell
South side sacramento to the depths of hell
We some gang bangers takin many steps to jail
We some gang aimers, garden block bangers, throat danglin
Paintin 'em, put a thang in 'em, aimin 'em, aint no playin with em
I put sac on the map, me, x and c bo
Throwin up the garden, if your trippin you can bleed slow
Right out the 6 4, I'm skitso, and I got so many pistols see I'm no billy crystal
I'm more along the lines of joe peshi
Mesh wit me or get murked with the old teffy
Check with me, we could do it like the old west, no vest, put a hole in your chest
Something like the dro, they grow in the west, I'm a necrophiliac, I can really act, sickly
Soon as you fade the block I'm runnin all up in they kidneys
I dont need features I'm the main feature, gang teacher, I complete my album then u can bleed yours
Neva been a followa, always been a leader, receiver, body bleeda, and thats just a procedure
(Chorus)
Niggas lookin funny its on round here
Shots they pop its on round here
Ehit and lynch I swear
When the shots they pop you best stay clear
Repeat
I'm at a hot spot, it hard ta take it, my shine
I'm a garden block nigga straight from southside
Run the box niggaz n stage in my prime
You can get it how you want it if you cross my line
I'm illegal like dykes with high price and fines
Smack her on the ass when I'm hittin it from behind
Give you one chance I told you one time
Devious the one and only, one of a kind
This is the shit that will blow your mind
Fuckin wit me and I close your blinds
Bam bam niggaz we hitin em on site
Real ass life and real ass rhymes
Steet talk get the street chalk
Feelin the flavor my niggas ready ta beat yall defeat yall
We ball forsee all tellin ya right killa is got be a total recall
Let you know you aint ready to fuck
'Cause I be ready to jump
N I aint never been a punk
I send you straight to the bottom my nigga
I cut the whole thing off and hit you with the tree stump
I make you feel like when heat bumps
Like how you feelin when the gauge pump
I take straight into the trash drunk
And make you hit the ceiling with a street jump
Niggaz that be thinkin they be comin
But I be gunnin
I be hittin them motherfuckas and runnin
Ima put it all down they really aint sayin nothin
Hit you in the head, the chest, into the stomach
Better take that flick and put up in a frame
Say my name
But never say it in vain
Try to catch that ride
Try to catch that train
Like the weight lift game
No pain no gain
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I was brought it the land where they rep they colors
And us o gs defend they baby brothers
Where the fucking dress code is 501's
And the 5 0 cant fuck wit them ak guns
I was young in the hood with my all blue flag
In my homies 6 9 with that ass on drag
Young eiht ridin shotgun
Sawed off shotgun
In the enemy neighborhood jeah I shot one
I put compton on the map with ez e and tila
Way back when the sweatsuits used to be fila jeah
Down south but not with gold teeth
South cali dippin the regal with goldie
I seen 187s on the mother fucking block
You can tell from the exit 45 or glock
When the front door get knock somebody turned snitch
One times tryin to press me like I'm a bitch jeah!
(Chorus)
Ghetto child with a problem with cali bud and garden
Fiends say they made mail easy I called it margarine
These niggas soft as wet charmin tissue
Sharpen objects stabbin your neck over my issue
Benjamins on green paper big face of the franklin
Deeds is devious
Brotha lynch will hang you if you hatein
Fuck these idiots
Lets carve some fucking organs out they frame
I'm not ashamed n
I think of havin partner ships with satin
I just chirped dayton he told me that the spot is crankin
I said it should the other spots let rocks drip naked
2 Dubble 0 bitch straight thang boot naked
Halie berry behind me in a smoke grey lexus
Round here my niggas is always the most feared
In the pin, in the street that our coke is the most pured
16S of nitro gliscryn deep fry in your ears
Where I'm at crack, heron, weed an ecstasy
(Chorus)
See I understand a few things like milk and honey
The fact we all gotta die and broke niggaz is funny
Watch your back stay strapped nigga when dealin with money
Come to clap never to rap homie just take that from me
See I'm a certified veteran I dont need no vouchers
Bitch slept I'm a theat nigga just check this out
Far as the streets of sac, old park where I'm at
Now I done already said that nigga now I cant take that back
See I did many months and years
All cells and tiers
Never fool blood lets get this clear
This year theres bout to be some fucking changes for real
Respect somethin or my niggas comin buggin for real
See its all about cash and carry
Try and play me outta one dime you bitch and your ass is buried
Catch a flight to indiana
And lay low off a dairy call my workers
Get my chips n tell em to shoot em to sherry
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