The Gangsta, the Killa and the Dope Dealer Lyrics

Living in a California cage, ya'll trying to study me
g*******in' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get n***** like us, you know what I mean
Got d***, how many more m***********' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying
Can't none of ya'll n***** f*** with none of these n*****
These triggas we's killas
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a b**** French braiding my head

Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection b**** you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop

And it's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark

Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my s*** up pulling the trigga what the
f*** you looking at n**** true blue
When I bust leaving bodies hanging like the tongue
On my chucks chalk another one
Homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every n**** standing outside

Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking
Everybody n**** b****** and all stretch 'em
Out in broad daylight m****f*** the witnesses

Eyes big as golf b**** from the funny cigarette
As the sun frowns on my forehead
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock

When I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer c***ed...
Well, it's the n**** that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
Double decker, marble floors all checkered

Now what can I say every b**** I lay be pure and
Bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
I make more deliveries than the postman

My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' n***** with the buggas in my Rolex

With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
'Cause ain't nothin' reala' than n***** gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I'll be the dope deala
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