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Lyrics
VERSE 1:
Ride on this track, the mack is who i be
pimpin these bitches lyrical
enough game in my words to make ya bow down
handelin my buissness from the sactown
its crazy the way life takes you by surprise
two many times i didn't relize
that when you thinkin that your in control
ya find out that your loosing your soul
to the streets, and the drama, and the shit that surrounds you
thought you could evade the stress, but it's found you
had to shake and break all those tricks
its like i let them make there home on my dick
Get the fuck out ,now there evicted
left'em high then a mutha fucka, now there addicted
seekin a level of the game that ain't been created
so i gotta make it , through all the hatered
silly sucka simp ass sore fuckin suckers
eat your words ,eat my words, eat fecies muta fuckaz
VERSE 2:
the test of a champion, a title bout
these suckaz is getting knocked out
lord knows i ain't going down
face smashes the ground blood looks like make up on a clown
bullshit squished in there mouthlike i said before bitch you in my house
tramps and tricks betta recoinize
from the sacramento city i continue to rize
love out to the real sicx, not the blaclmarket petafile
but to my brother sportin the 8ball so come on jerry smile
you'll be outta the county in no time at all
so for sicx and for cane we scream FUCK ALL OF YALL
to many times we've been tested
too many times we've been arrested
the oposition is always waiting at our heels
like we the cause of the whole citys dope deals
silly sucka simp ass sore fuckin suckers
eat your words ,eat my words, eat fecies mutha fuckaz
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