Studio Gangstaz (feat. Sen, Lil Phat & D) - SPM

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock* Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block Mama, I miss you, wish I was still stayin with ya But it fucked me up when they had killed my own lil thug nigga 12 smokin blunts with em, smokin humps with em Missin the fuckin feelin I'm wishin I kulda talked with him Started hollin "fuck life" when I Ben I lost Ace, who else don't wanna lose pen Switched teams, switched places, switched sons Now me and junior on them tabs and we hollin dum And Big Larry been my brother to the end So much shit up in the wind I'm hollin fuck, not again 1st nigga in the south, that I jack with In the bottom with Lil Nick hollin "we ratchet" Tryin on that purp shit, I don't fuck with dirt shit Cause niggas wanna murk me Cause I got the rawest verses Fuck a vest, who next? nigga we bout goons Back on that X with text Cause we just lost Coon I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block Now this rap shit, it got me with a headache But ion say nun, I just head shake My phone rang, it say I got another baby I'm a sue the fuck out Trojan tryna play me like I'm crazy [? ] tryna turn me to a coffin I'm shootin muthafuckas, tell yo boss that won't no boss shit You stupid muthafuckas put shit in my mama head And you got her shakin and tossin in the bed And these past weeks I ain't been gettin sleep I can't leave this bitch right now gotta be a brother to Unique And she just like me, she like Jordans on her feet So we play with ha, acosha, tell yo mammy rest in peace That's my big homie, that's mi nigga, no legs he still stressin So when I ride with hm got both of my Smith & Wessons Rest in peace Nick Sterling real goon a creepin Remember wakin up, stone bars for reason I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block

Ha ha, oh yeah, roll 'em up, roll 'em up It's going down, something kinda tight, check it Roll 'em up Oaktown, it's the A-N-T Just nod your head to the funk I bump and pass the dank to me Cause I'm about to get the West Coast loaded Put my rap into your zag and you can damn sure smoke it Cause it's D-O-B-E ready to get you high Potent like endo, or maybe chocolate thai You say you want the best, well I'm a bring the best Just hit the fucking dank and let it sting your chest Yeah bombola, cidal, top of the line herb Don't you try to drive, you'll be so high you might swerve Some smoke dank and like to kick it on the street But I hit the shit and start tripping on the beat So nod your head to this, to cess I'm prejudice I never smoke the shit because it never gets me lit And I don't like to waste my time getting zonked Banks don't need no weed that's bump Cause I'm the type of nigga that likes to taste it when I hit it You know we got 'em thick, thicker than my dick We like to roll 'em phat So now you know in the O endo's the tip A dedication to the niggas who smoke the shit My nigga Short Dog, my nigga Pee Wee My nigga Juda, MC Pooh to Shorty B We don't need a babysitter so fuck the hogging Just take a blast and pass to Randy Austin I made the beat real fat so you can get my point I know Mhisani, Spice, and Dame want to hit the joint So let 'em hit it, when they get it show 'em much love And pass it on to Richie Rich and the fucking gov Ascari X is next and Step G MC Ant and little Seed from SNV Can't forget the D-I, huh the G-I, to the T-A-L, right next to hell My nigga Chris Hicks, Too Clean, and Ali Superside This is strictly for the trunks, cause I want you to ride With the next one I got, take it straight to the head And roll it kinda fat for my nigga nigga dead Ha ha, yeah, we like to roll 'em phat Check it out, it's a crazy going on, they don't understand me They smoking dank in Brookville and even Subrandy 100 Ave., to the Plymouth Rock 85th, 96th smoking spliffs don't stop 700, the 7-deuce Rolling shit tight so it don't come loose So when I hit it it can knock me off my feet 69th Seminary, and High Street I can't forget the big 2-3 And my homies Clem, Jamal, Mark, Rame, and E You want weed smoke? We got the best smoke >From the East Oak to the West Oak, we like to roll 'em phat Ha ha, you know what I'm saying? It's going down in the Oaktown Every motherfucking night, yeah Uh, this beat is smooth as fuck Dope do do do do (laughs) I'm just tripping on the beat! Dope do do do do, Dope do do do do

Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Ritchie Valenz Rollin' through Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin Texas made Mexicans north of the border Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around every-everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat Ho ass niggas, there ain't nothing worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse Ho ass niggas, there ain't nothing worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse Ho ass niggas, there ain't nothing worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo' 'Cause a Mexican like my self is out for the dough But ya already know, if you got big pelotas Anybody now a days, might be the chotas A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing I'm Dope House scout, fuck a set up and no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear ho! Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck Money and the power, glass on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about a Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a full fo up in my grape sarsaparilla This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sign language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup In the pena- henna, Hillwood represent'a Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna Motherfucker I throw my set rounds, Ive had my ups and downs Anybody plays about it, I lay they ass out Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine Cause I... Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the Phone She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone Fuck being broke! C'mon Fuck being broke! C'mon Fuck being broke! C'mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in yo body huh This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is a prison We been with our religion, where I'm leaving We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck Came to wreck it huh! Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane? Naw Superman is arrived here to save the damn day Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican Theres my introduction, now let me start stunnin' Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed aight Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch! Send to wreck and get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean Nigga what ever you need and puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it And I be hurtin 'em when I pull up in a big body They be following me, stalking like the paparazzi So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot grease And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still hood Remember me in the hustle town I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down If yous' a Jane user Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer Riddalas standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude My team making currency Screaming Dope House out in Germany Rasheed number one soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like pac Throw your hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop! A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie Yeah they might wonder, but they won't get behind me Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no breaks Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit Most the time we loading clips Otherwise we holding chips Hittin' scores, kickin' doors Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw tapes Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case Drop it in a cool place Everything is gravity This is for streets, cause my hood is my family Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max I see the federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer Ever since the first day of June, Ive been on a come up Got that boomerang fro, once i throw it in the pot Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot Listen, is only me I got a million dollar corner Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven mit Teachers taught us "just say no", I had to hustle though Either that or stay broke, didn't want to struggle so Buy half and eight ball, hit the block runnin' Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming And it's too late My homie died and the cops called it drug related I was standing right there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta shoot straight I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose weight Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube socks I been a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk I'm from a place that they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss test I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets And I'm known all across the ghettos Why you think the fuckin' laws all up on my huevos My chrome spits and Im know to chase ho clicks Not there at the club dancing with a glow sticks I ain't gonna lie Dope House still I die With my niggas in the studio, chillin' getting high Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech Comin' out the H, where they bake cakes I ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma makes I need a little space, Texas is the place Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race New to the scene, but not to the game Blowin' purple skunk and is fuckin' with my brain Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceiling Looking out the window another neighborhood killin' When will they chill? I don't really know Keeping my mind on a six double O Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint Just can't stop like a car with no brakes Okay!