[T-Bone]

Im ready to make a murder scene happen

Pimp slappin demons and packin

Unload clips, reload and sink ships like a captian

You act like you be knowin, when a G be rappin

Runnin from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrappin

Now hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spitted

Even though I know you and your crew ain't even gonna admit it

Now slow down T, this family

They mess wit you, they mess wit me and also E

Why?, this be O.R.C.

Lyrically comin wit ski masks out the bushes

Wit chainsaws, and axes diggin

These demons while they're blood gushes

Ima jack these demons one by one

They call me Big Daddy Kane, why? Cause I get the job done

Now watch me jack these demons, hit em wit a gat

Show em how a real G suposed to act

Smugglin Bibles instead of gat

Rollin drop top cadillacs, puttin it down streets corners and shows

For all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death row

Really though

 

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Bone be the one wit the guns in his hand

Demons tryin to kill him, cause they no like him

Smugglin Bibles to countries filled wit comminism

Tryin to preach them the WORD then convert to Christian

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[T-Bone]

Tryin to reach them pimps and thugs

Curb serves movin them major drugs

Gang bangin rollin 60's crips and them piru bloods

One love to all the preachas on the street corners

2 dubs for all my riders out in California

Peace to my patnas up in Frisco, 

San Jose, East Palo Alto, Sacramento

Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond, Leandro

Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, Diego

Ya'll know, the golden state full of hate and drama

Marijuanna and thugs that shoot a quien las da la ganna

most got both hands on they're desert eagle

gotta watch ya back cause here in California killins legal

Rollin regals, impalas, cadis and them el caminos

Hittin switches, best beware of all them hattin snitches

Takin pictures of west coast cali sunsets

Streets infested wit all them gang bangin ghetto vets

No regrets,my patnas dyin over them gangs and sets

Havin sex wit girls in mini skirts and pink barrettes

Whats next, sick of techs and all them ghetto birds

Smell of herb, and playboys sippin on the thunderbird

I'll scream until I'm heard, preach the WORD

In every alley, crack ghetto curb

Wit the beats and verbs

Anointed by the might God I serve

 

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