My P3opl3(murder pt. 1)

Yo it's time you niggaz give it up, cus this year i'm sittin up, my flow H2O dog get a pluck. This is Memphis, nobody resent this and my fire gonna burn for a while like insense, let alone when i'm bangin that fith I remain steady. Shots chase niggaz like bop and cranberry or Henny your alley or Bacardi and Coke. Your use is kindbud don't get rowed in smoke. I get respect on any block, the strip or the yard, sold it all to the smokers, cooked it a soft. At age 11 got my hands on a first pack of crack At 12 I been dun adaped to the gat. I prayed to Alah and God they ain't answer me back, my belief would stay street. What's the answer to that? I put crack in New Jack City like G-money and Nino, Mah Padito, just bring mo' people You niggaz wanna go to war, you better bring mo' people Your crew show up we kill mo' people Don't get it wrong you real you my people We go all out, for all our people You a bitch, you ain't my people You a snitch, you ain't my people. You ain't real then you ain't my people Don't get it wrong we kill for my People Nigga I wouldn't work for the love of my set For the coke, put the snub to your neck For the doe put some slugs in your vest feel these hot taps crushin your chest Feel the gunpowder numbin your flesh... You fuckin with vets. Went from beatin niggaz down with pulleys and bats To heatin niggaz down in hoodies with gats, play with big scat like in the tex, fully maxed, lets see you strong armin niggaz try to bully that I cook up the snowy shit and bring cookies back I gladly explain the game to you rookie cats Hoes try to push me back, bitch i'm only good for givin head and bread Cus the pussys wack... Strip your deaden, if you're gunman don't rap don't be dumb enough to set up shop with no scat, Only foolish cats move in packs, spread news to rats. While me I show improve through rap You niggaz wanna go to war you better bring mo' people Your crew show up, we kill mo' people Don't get it wrong you real you my people We go all out, for all our people You a bitch, you ain't my people... You a snitch, you ain't my people You ain't real then you ain't my people Don't get it wrong we kill for my people! Yo i'm co-deep from home of the king. Rock city and i'm a son of a gun So I keep my pops with me(aight) You prolly seen the kid on the block with H Downin shots of Vodka straight Twistin back in haze, right next to the drop on gates Red bone ridin with a proper shape Stash box holdin a glot with an extra case Go 'head, Ice grill and i'll let em melt your face My get low niggaz will kill you and defeat the case With Lawyers that'll take it to trial and beat the state I stay rock suited bandanas that match(crip crip) Throwin hand hammers clap when man-standas attack It's Jedekay, the Hustlas' son, throwin them up a couple a gun with a couple of dums with your couple a sons and between us three niggaz yall going broke, now yall Capone and Juv and it's best on Coke You niggaz wanna go to war, you better bring mo' people Your crew show up, we kill mo' people Don't get it wrong, you real you my people We go all out, for all our people! You a bitch, you ain't my people You a snitch, you ain't my people You ain't real, then you ain't my people Don't get it wrong we kill for my people!This is some phat ass rap that I wrote last night cus I couldn't sleep. I made a chorus and all, hope you like. I tried not to cuss as much but then again, who cares. It is rap right? You'll get the meaning of it, cus it talk about real life in a city if you Gangsta(crip). Enjoy-eViL Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 05:45 AM PST   17 • 0 • 1