Album Name : Face of L.A.
Release Date : 2011-06-18
Song Duration : 3:47
Game Black Wall Street
(Verse)
Yo I’m nothing like, I’m nothing nice
Yo I’m nothing like something nice, f..ck the fight
I’m out buckin right, weaving left, movin fast
Duckin dogs under cars so cops don’t see my stupid ass
Jibber this, jabber that, I’m clickin this, clackin
that
Hittin this, dappin that, getting this, stackin that
I make movies, killa shit, action pack
Realest shit, gat for gat, thriller shit, gangstas back
You play if you dare, that any gon flare
Rockin recline you like a Laz-E boy chair
Ligaments damaged dead, need to get repaired again
Good thing my bullets don’t look freak shit in the
handle M’s
Money back guaranteed, if he gon die at the scenes
Hunnid cash guaranteed if he don’t drop at the scene
Why? I’m natural born uh
From the gravel of born get
I can’t escape these things rattlin on
I’m a don plus, I know how to calm sluts
A little got in the snap on, Castro born dutch
I meant cappuccino and I ain’t talkin Starbucks
Nor hot coffee, drop off me, I’m hot surely
(Hook x2)
Black Wall Street gang me bangin
See the block they G’d up G’s up
Dip said we ride or die
Harlem war, oh my oh my
(Verse)
Them niggas gon ride in my back pockets
Since Dre continental suicide, threw us black masks,
black topics
Said 10 in the cockpit, rearview mirror
Slammed in the tide in the nothing
Coke in the barrel, hundred spokes on the wheels nigga
I’m stuntin
White air, one zen, I’m still 100 mails and runnin
They gunnin for nothing, they missin so I’m still livin
Dope game too hot and TV can’t come to my kitchen
I’m still pitchin, Dre don’t know that I’m on the block
hustling
And if I was finished D low, they don’t say nothing
I’m spraying, you bluffing,
I’m laughing, you suffering
The man that the peace ain’t talkin on, take flight –
Teddy Ruffspin
We do heavy shuffling, leave you in black tuxes
Then Jordan camera, Harlem and Compton, we like blood
cousins
Them 24’s rubbin, so what? The whores love it
Eagle on the chest like the birth and then he go f..ck
it
Metal and me don’t mix, settling beef and shit
Black Wall Street, the dip set, I plead the 5th
(Hook x2)
Black Wall Street gang me bangin
See the block they G’d up G’s up
Dip said we ride or die
Harlem war, oh my oh my
(Verse)
You know some tried to kill me
I’m still here live it to one high ceiling
You gone, you got come with the goons
You could call me One-Eyed Willy
That’s my system endormants
I had Jason’s keep calling
And I was late for some warrants
How much I lost in the wave to the callin
I was way gone and my killas is heartless
So quick to fill up a cartridge
And my gorillas would get you
Ain’t give a f..ck if you send that dealer the squash
shit
Man handle in portions, and we sell it with love
We flick up in clubs
All you see is bandanas, gang bangers and portraits
Cardiac and the meter’s raw
Big gats when we leave on tour
You broke ass, we don’t believe in lore
The first rappers don’t know we go low
Okay, got government issues,
That got us in ghettos, we thuggin the pistols
Pourin out liquor, the thugs be wit you
Sending our love on a drug, hope it reach you
Thugs sleep, it’s not but the eagle
Beat the block, a grudge like I’m evil
West side with the text flyin, Compton!
See the block showin love to my people, Cali
Chuck Taylors in kakis
Chuck Taylor, he’s brakki
We are the ghetto’s most wanted
Hustling like sellers on track feet
F..ck about jails or Patakis
You uppin our sails in a crack beat
That’s for Omar Braggin
The revolution had started
(Hook x2)
Black Wall Street gang me bangin
See the block they G’d up G’s up
Dip said we ride or die
Harlem war, oh my oh my