(Macadoshis)
It was a dope spot from y`all
One on one strappin`
That`s the way it was when the four of us was strappin`
I`m a fuckin` class from the Gs in the hood
Puttin` worth, did some dirt
Now a snitch never would
Blowin` fat jag blunts with my nigga P
Growin` up
Time comin` back sippin Henessey
We said we seniors are old
And I felt like a god man bitch
And i had my pickup `85 bitch
And my family was known to be great
See Syke Moore representin` no matter who sets it on
Street power
Why you niggas flip and you thug shit
I be by my motherfuckin` grip
Numba nos
Cause we three million minds
Remember that
Damn its a shame
But still I`m in the game
I`m tryin to get street fame
(chorus)
(Syke)
Don`t blame my mama
Don`t blame my daddy
I know they wish they never had me
In and out of jail by 12
Failing out of school
Cause I was livin` by the street rules
Hangin with hoes
Droppin dawgs as a little loot
I was gettin my respect but i was still rude
Into the game and slang
Into the cocaine
With `em double ups
We slangin them whole things
Hey I just told my mail man
You hangin like a bail
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
Everbody says he`s sold and I`m outta control
Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll
Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit
They wouldn`t know a motherfucker if he didn`t have shit
So while I`m ballin and kickin up dust
Get your score fresh
Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us
Cause I`m livin on the edge
I`m blastin lead
Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead
So fuck it try to work it in the inner city
In the land of no pity
I made it by the street fame
(chorus)
(Rated R)
Super storm made it by street fame
I had to make some people feel the pain
In this dirty game
I know I`m on my way to hell
Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked
The hood that took me under
A nigga gots the heart
Don`t get it twisted cause I`m mad with my homey`s score
I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
That`s the love you get from your drug for you pootie
It works, see?
I`m a G
Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me
Cause I smoked their homey
Well don`t feel proud
Cause around here thats what makes it worse
I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them
They don`t stop
Through my casket drop-top let me ride
All i want is Shatmo
He`s a god
And it don`t matter if a rapper plays
Cause I cought the back of some minds
Fuck the fame
(chorus)...
(fade out)
