My Favorite G Rap Verse Is From Live From The Streets
It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
with no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to flip?
O Yea And His Verse From Wishful Thinking Is My Second
I be the crime story of all ghetto territorys
soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
with pharmasoticle lavatorys
major to chemistry, PHD in streetology
degree in drug industry
combinin' H?O with matter from crack batter
rest it through molecules scatter
launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
mind bitin' an arm starts a crime
G equals and MC dat aint near the square son I gets mine
but yo the kill the fill with force fields and shields
and holy steel, a nigga keep it real
you know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab
I got's to have, stack all the cabbage
from constructin' a drug traffic
police a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in
Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien
this flame of fury to the D-A and the jury
100 grand the judges hammer slams I'm a free ma