Lyrics

Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection I'm gonna expose yo' ass, you bitch See me in these motherfucking streets Don't stop With ya fag ass, gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy Look out, we everyday grinding Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blinding And we don't trip the big diamonds We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying And I been around the world in one day Chucking up the deuce for S.A. I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fo' sho' I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto And all my homies in the federal Lock up, behind the wall, setting shop up They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us Damn it feels good to be a gangster back at it 'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat But when I see you in the streets I got ya, get back (Word) It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit' Brad I got a lesson for ya ass I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone Assassinated, people lay stepping Eliminated, enemy with aggression Sit back and smoke me one, the Obi Won Kenobi one Fuck the champagne sipping, woodgrain gripping I'm spitting for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods And everybody neighborhood From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section And walk the projects with no protection? Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed? Considered to be a savior and not be God (whoa) Listen to the nigga flow now, I can speed it up or slow down Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby Southern red rock baby, the last of a dying, we born again The vicious life religious, I was born to win The closure after the greatest hit the sofa When I still ride for Prince like a soldier The two-thousand millennium comes Since I'm the son of the father, that makes me the Don The next up to bat, the Jordan, Larry, cousy yo of rap And I ain't gotta walk around strapped J don't tolerate the mack dirties You in our motherfucking way, we tryin' to stack 30s Now back it up, for he send something back to you, ain't plan to defend Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize So what you gon' do, Face? (Play 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gon' do, Face? (I'ma play the game 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gon' do, Face? (I'ma play the game 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gon' do, Face? (Play the game 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school 'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was five And plus I been smart a long time Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt Knock they dicks in the dirt, now you the bitch that's in the skirt I'm passed the motherfucker out here paying his dues Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he true I just stick to the script and take it in stride Get my daily dose of game from James and take it and ride Yes, yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all This time I'm aiming at the neck, dog It ain't no ducking when I'm busting I'ma leave you a nice little whole in ya throat, relieving ya life I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang I'm outty like flame, the signature Jessie James, recognize So what you gon' do, Face? (Play 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gon' do, Face? (I'ma play the game 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gon' do, Face? (I'ma play the game 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gon' do, Face? (Play the game 'til I win) So what you gon' do? (Double back and do it again)
Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams, Russell T Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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