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[00:11] I be sittin' on my porch Drinkin' Henny smokin' loud, snatch a nigga Porsche (snatch) Hit a lick in way to many stores (lick) Shoot at opps, take your shit with force (shoot, shoot) [00:21] Stereo, stereo, stereo-type me, (type me) A asian nigga not that likely (likely) From the hood 12 26 nigga try me (try me) You got a problem pull up nigga fight me (fight me) [00:32] I just bought a Gucci bag, open up and count my racks (mulah) Let me go and get my gat (heat) Then shoot you in your fuckin' head (blat) Fuck your bitch inside my bed (smash) I don't really talk to feds (twelve) Drive to Stacks I see a rat All these niggas fucking trash (ass) Aye, yuh [00:47] Stereo, stereo, stereo-type me, (type me) A asian nigga not that likely (likely) From the hood 12 26 nigga try me (try me) You got a problem pull up nigga fight me (fight me) [00:58] All these rappers fake (fake) I be aimin' for they brain (pow) They sound just like Drake Skrt when I switch lanes (wow) My bars so hard they flames (fire) [01:06] Stereo, stereo, stereo-type me, (type me) A asian nigga not that likely (likely) From the hood 12 26 nigga try me (try me) You got a problem pull up nigga fight me (fight me) [01:18] Better remain silent (pshh) 'for I shoot my rifle (bang bang) Shootin' at my rivals (shoot) Shit this just got violent Wearin' them white diamonds (drip) Hit you hard, Mike Tyson I do art, Will Dyson Shoot you with my iron, shoot you with my iron [01:34] Stereo, stereo, stereo-type me, (type me) A asian nigga not that likely (likely) From the hood 12 26 nigga try me (try me) You got a problem pull up nigga fight me (fight me)
(Verse) Yeah, Qube is back, time to lay it down on a new track, one of few still standing, all I see is new faces around me, but I'm still doing my thing, still not in love with the PD, still don't trust em Vinewood niggas. Still got that red flag in my back pocket. Most of my homies is ten feet under, rest in peace, and some of em rest in piss, I'll see you in hell later, Im not a rookie nigga, still blood drippin, yeah I got that P on my hat, Ain't no one gonna change that, back and time to school some of these new niggas, I don't wanna be the man who passes out the L's, ain't got no choice now when Im out from the cell, rising like a Phoenix, man I'm a rap Genius, I heard a rumor some nigga rolled with my bitch while I was gone, he got called out as a snitch, four days later he was a 187 in the PD code, found in a ditch, Now im back to them clubs, champagne floods, cuban chain, dollar rain, lines of cocaine, mary jane, 1500$ hoe domain, yeah I let em lick that candy cane, It's hard to maintain. (Chorus) Im back and reincarnated, the rap game is what made me dedicated, Piru affiliated, still hated, rising like a phoenix, man I'm just a motherfucking rap genius. (Verse) Yeah I'm from the 516 gang, Lord Jah, LS Woods, if you don't know em names, nigga you don't get the old day games, every nigga in the hood should know, even my Crip niggas know, and the pale ones up in little moscow, that was the real gangster show, these new niggas got nothing on me, so don't act suprised when you hear from me, throw these wannabe thugs up, fucking scrubs, saw a nigga throw up a Blood sign, but you ain't dripping with me, you ain't rollin with me, you's a nobody, punch in the face and make them snap back to reality, hit the hood and get you some of that vitamin G, damn I hear the whistle from that referee, let me out now I'm done whoop di whoopee. (Chorus) Im back and reincarnated, the rap game is what made me dedicated, Piru affiliated, still hated, rising like a phoenix, man I'm just a motherfucking rap genius.
*Some chatter* This song is fo' my nigga Tyler. Rest in peace, homie. Verse 1 [0:15] I wake up in idlewood with blood leakin' from my back. I've been attacked. Knife wound while I was lack'. Lookin' at the sun, nigga, jus' my luck, what the fuck. An' hour pass', I'm still bleedin' out in the gutter. I'm gonna die, All the things I haven't done. My life flashes, I've already started to stutter. My spirit's dying I can feel my heart start to flutter. Pause [0:35] Verse 1 [0:47] My family's worried. It's been and hour and a half. But I'm paralyzed, shit left me flurried. I know the PD ain't in no sort of hurry. It's kinda funny, Another nigga dead I don't care though, I know god has that plan. Finna' sit at his table; Sip whine and eat bread. I hope he's as forgiving as they say he is. Or ima' be smoking spliffs with the devil instead. Shit starts to darken, my life is slippin' away. I jus' wanna see my family, Shit is startin to become gray. I try to raise my head, but that shit just ain' no use. My spine is ruptured, i'm gone and there's nothing I can do. I start to tear up; My life is so distorted. I had this coming and now I'm all contorted. I shut my eyes and I wait for the reaper. But I know all my niggas are finna' kill that otha' creepa'. Finish *Beat would fade out* [1:31]
Start [0:34) Walk into the hood and I'm shook, no lyin'. (No lyin') Got niggas in the street killing pussies for some speed, No lyin' (No lyin') Dead niggas bleed into the gutter, no, they ain' flyin'. (Ain't flyin') May god have mercy on all these poor niggas dyin'. (Niggas dyin') - Verse 1 (0:51) Watching these bitches slanging dope on my street. Cops don't even turn their heads; You pussies ain't discrete. You go around actin' like you're not gonna drop into the heat. Then you act surprised when you get shot up on the beat LSPD is the biggest gang around; Riddled with drug dealers and killers that are proud. Please, oh, please; Don't let me get shot down. But you all are racist motherfuckers; Ain't jokin' aroun'. Pause (1:09 - 1:29) *A faint prayer could be heard* O Lord, You have mercy on all, take away from me my sins, and mercifully set me ablaze with the fire of Your Holy Spirit. Take away from me the heart of stone, and give me a human heart, a heart to love and adore You, a heart to delight in You, to follow and enjoy You. Amen. Verse 2 (2:01) What am I suppose to do? Stand around while you all follow through? I ain't rolling on my back, yo', gimmie a clue. Time to take a stand because I know what I'm fighting for. Freedom for my niggas without a core. Freedom for the city without no law. Freedom for the people who ain't care no more. Freedom for my family who's been through all this before. Finish (2:20) *Some chatter would be heard.* I honestly thought we left this shit back in the nineties. Racism-.. and killings-.. and all that shit. But it's a repeat fucking cycle. Wake up Los Santos. Time to make a fuckin' change. While all y'all keep believing yo' own bullshit some black kid out there has prolly been shot dead because the cops mistake'd his phone for a gun. Or some Mexican kid thrown into the pen because the police felt threatened. We're all equal and the day you realise that is the day the world will stop being such a fucking shithole. A-fucking-men. *Silence as the beat begins to fade out*