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And I want you to know That I think it's all a great big one-sided event (Uh-huh) If I had my way (Uh) I'd put you all in the electric chair Yo Who would've thought I would try to stiffen my image like rumour taught Authoritis tension exhibitin' through these bars, shit I was just a nigga with vision who took it far Born towards, later December, my heart was resembles the winter When I look in the mirror, I see my only contender Long night's in the Sprinter, city ot city, just to put on for mine Even though them niggas back home, be frontin' sometimes, oh well, I recognize thе difference That what you gеt when bitterness and ignorance is mixed in It's not a pleasant image I been sippin' on the '42 like 7-6's Smoked the best to suppress the friction What is this? Damn is this what success all about? A bunch of niggas yapping like bitches with big mouth And I'm not even to where a nigga supposed to be That's why I'm grateful for the colors niggas showing me (I see a) Microphone, gangsta, studio, gangsta You the one that's acting like you putting on, ain't you? (You the one that—) You the one that's acting like you moving zones, ain't you? (You the one that—) You the one that's cappin', rappin' every song, ain't you? Letras de cancionesMicrophone, gangsta, studio, gangsta You the one that's acting like you putting on, ain't you? You the one that's acting like you moving zones, ain't you? You the one that's cappin', rappin' every song, ain't you? The game is to be sold never told I first heard those words at twelve/12 years old (Uh) Listening close to older niggas convos Left me exposed to shit that I had never known (Uh) Forced to deploy without the choice to retreat Monkey on my back that's jacking me for reaching my peak Abruptly brushing the dirt from both of my shoulders To become the beholder and watch my cap runneth over Mary, Jesus and Joseph, please, protect me from Judas I ain't tryna show these niggas that I'm actually ruthless like Ice Cube and MC Ren Just watch me Eric Wright these wrongs I was young and like André wakin' up in the morn' to a yellow sun Somehow I found the moon, near I'm tired of making resolutions for the new year And end up not following suite It's like Curry forgetting to follow through when he shoot I dropped a Hugh in this booth I'm seeing flying colors The only goal is to inspire others Live by my own belief like Ronald Hubart Bare witness or listen to what the sick say Sensei great me as Mr. Miyagi in Clae (Okay) Microphone, gangsta, studio, gangsta You the one that's acting like you putting on, ain't you? (You the one that—) You the one that's acting like you moving zones, ain't you? (You the one that—) You the one that's cappin', rappin' every song, ain't you? Uh-huh Sometimes it take shit like this You niggas, you niggas You know what, let me talk to 'em Yo, uh Back against the wall, hands dirty but still scuff 'em Fuck you's up to the critics and their rebuttals Groomed by the hands of God, I'm bout to bubble I will never spare the rod to pop the bubble I keep a small circle 'cause niggas'll try to touch you, kill you Watch you mold like mildew For them huncho bills, they getting cutthroat ill (Ill) But I'ma get back even, live from the black beacon, max squeezing Bullets tap, tap, tap for back pack rap This for my uncle in his cell with his back on mats I just pray that he get back on track Crooked systems and crooked devils, they coincide Open the door to Hell and tell you, "Go inside" Immortalized on obituaries and loving memory I'm pouring up the Henny, rest in peace my nigga Nipsey And everybody sleeping deeply, I do it for y'all I coulnd't let the game defeat me so I'm stuck in a brawl I had to run from the law, duckin' unders the lights, I seen in the ugliest nights Panther running in the jugnle from the sun up 'til night And they don't wanna put their gun up to fight They rather run to Instagram and brag on how they killed a man Real shooters move in mind silence And where these niggas reside you can't even find violence that, shit got my mind wilding Microphone, gangsta, studio, gangsta You the one that's acting like you putting on, ain't you? You the one that's acting like you moving zones, ain't you? You the one that's cappin', rappin' every song, ain't you? Microphone, gangsta, studio, gangsta You the one that's acting like you putting on, ain't you? You the one that's acting like you moving zones, ain't you? You the one that's cappin', rappin' every song, ain't you? Bitch ass nigga From Letras Mania