Give me my money in stacks And lace my bitches with 9 figures Real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated I'm cashin' While they coughed up and weeded Open fire Now them niggas bleedin' See me in flesh And test And get your chest blown Straight out tha west, don't get blown My adversaries cry like ho's Open and shut like doors Is you a friend or foe ? Nigga you ain't know ? They got me stressed out on Death Row I've seen money But baby I got to gets mo' You scream and go '2Pac' And I ain't stoppin' Till I'm well paid Bails paid Now nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens Niggas open fire Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise Until I die Ask me why I'm a Boss Playa gettin' high And when I'm rollin' by Niggas Can't see Me The stares of a million pairs of eyes And you'll never realize You can't see Me Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves Sayin they can get with us But picture me gettin' served My own mama say I'm thuged out My shit be bumpin out tha record store As if it was a drug house My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood Nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug And there I was A young nigga with heart Ain't had shit to loose Pullin' my pistol on them fools You know the rules
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2020 still bangin'
YO! OAKLAND! WASSUP!
Ohh Yeah!
I guess this is the same DJ Terry T that used to produce to MC Ant along with Ant Banks back in 1988.
Zeus The Tornado - Gangsta Rap Sub al español yes it is. All the g-funk stuff.
I luv productions from Terry T.
Oakland classic no doubt
Mobb shit bitch !
bay area shit!
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with 9 figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I'm cashin'
While they coughed up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out tha west, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like ho's
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe ?
Nigga you ain't know ?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money
But baby I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
'2Pac'
And I ain't stoppin'
Till I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't see Me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see Me
Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves
Sayin they can get with us
But picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thuged out
My shit be bumpin out tha record store
As if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga what ?
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
And there I was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to loose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules