P Fiction

Hit-Boy I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I'm a Laker, I'm a warrior, I'm a pacer I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh Stay on a mission with the missiles I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh Stay on a mission with the missiles I'm a menace, I'm a thug, I'm a gangsta I cut that house arrest shit straight up off my ankles Fuck the feds for taking twenty from my uncle And fuck whoever thought 'cause he was dolo they could punk him Always keep a .38 where you can't P it Keep a couple Dracos, couple bricks, couple liters Niggas act hungry, I'ma fill up and feed 'em Do 'em like a predator, gut him out and bleed 'em My dad had a heart, but he was heartless Showed me how to chip, a nigga cordless Taught me how to cook a nigga carcass And he gon' see the pound if he keep with all that barking Keep a blower, Nintendo cartridge Roll a nigga body up in dope spot carpet Take 'em up to 14 in a six-trey And spread his ass around like he a mixtape I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I'm a Laker, I'm a warrior, I'm a pacer I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh Stay on a mission with the missiles I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh Stay on a mission with the missiles On Cedar, the West Coast mine, nigga I've been out here on a 20-year grind, nigga It ain't a weak bone in my spine, nigga Call my name, I show up every time Same hood, same line (whoa) If I bang your phone, you bang mine (whoa) It ain't shit in this city I can't find I don't know you, nigga, so we gon' swap at the same time I'm chunkin' up gang signs, we slide for the same slime All I see is mamas droppin' to knees and babies cryin' It's a thin line between love and death When you on the grind, it's all about cause and effect Fuck a sorry, fuck a promise, shit be faulty, almost lost it Niggas hardly recognize how much this fucked life be costin' Life is cheap, five racks put you right to bleed Got blood in this grave for half a ki', uh It never snows in Southern California Fuck around and we'll stank a nigga But Hit said be bol', so I planked the nigga He walked away with his life, he better thank a nigga And this pen ain't for no raps, I'll shank a nigga Carve 'em like my escape route, Shawshank a nigga So cut with all that acting 'fore I bank a nigga He ain't Leon, and I ain't no Franklin, nigga I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I'm a Laker, I'm a warrior, I'm a pacer I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh Stay on a mission with the missiles I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh Stay on a mission with the missiles Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Game what's brackin'-brackin'? You finally pulled up huh? Bring it on in, blood L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang Bompton to Dena, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Unstoppable, nigga B-Team