Allen Iverson - 40 Bars (Remix) lyrics

(voice) j**elz time j**elz time (I dont know who this is) For the year 2G the rap game changed for one nation j**elz name is slayin anything on this plain remains have found one of the best kept secrets ya heated you went platinum when it goes right so in the game you won you cheated my slang bangin ya need it man enough to pull a gun, be man enough to squeeze it (shots fired) die if ya dont believe it anything to do with ___ im gonna be with it hats off to the hardcore n***as, f** the rest for my guess youre all useless, just talkin music never mistake me for a fake MC you got the wrong guy (f** you) they call him CT (fool) get murdered in a second in the first degree come at me with f*ggot tendacies, youll be sleepin where the maggots be aint nothin count it, used to be factually but when its on I raise first automatically wont catch me as a victim in a rap casulty (c'mon) Dynasty raiders hit VA in the summer time (what) ten bentlys in one line gas in each hand 24 5s in mine snipers hittin n***as long distance for a rate sons and daughters one order and you'll be floatin in water bad newz home of the dynasty raiders one love to the old school n***as dead in the jail that tried to raise us even the ones who tried to blaze us but couldnt even graze us so them b**h a** n***as y'all k**in dont amaze us im floppin im spittin..... (voice) hey yo this my record j**elz representin bad newz hey yo my homies set that sh** Iverson (aka Jewelz) everybody stay fly gettin money to k** and f** b**hes im hittin anything in plain veiw for my riches VA's finest fillin up ditches when n***as turn b**hes dyin for zero digits im a giant y'all admit it I know n***as who k** for a fee that'll k** your a** for free believe me, how you wanna die fast or slowly fast as a rolley, slow as a rolley - polley i bought your sh** it was weak trashed it now you owe me all them hardcore n***as know me i dont knockin them, just gonna bust up in a muthaf**a takin anything thats rightfully mine plus AK rifels and knives for Z cru thik designs with j**elz to shine all the time aint nothin sweet about this rate of mistake I got n***as where you eat sh** sleep and beat ya meat die reachin for heat even leakin in the street n***as screamin he was a good boy since he was born but f** it he gone life must go on n***as dont live that long but hoes in wigs when n***as think theyre head strong got n***as hollerin with j**elz dead wrong on this song this type of murder dont need no hook just 40 f**in bars from the mouth of a crook yo (echo) (gun being co*ked and fired)