Allen Iverson - 40 Bars lyrics

[Iverson] For the year 2G the rap game change for one name Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated You went platinum wit a ghost writer, so in the game you won you cheated My slang bang when you need it You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it (*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it Anything to do wit millions I'ma be wit it Hats off to the hardcore n***az fu*k the rest In my guess y'all useless, just talkin music Never mistake me for a fake MC You got the wrong idea n***a I'm CT fool Get murdered in a second in the first degree Come to me wit f*ggot tendacies You'll be sleepin where the maggots be Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef actually but when it's on I raise first automatically Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime Ten Bentleys in one line Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines Snipers hittin n***az long distance for a rate Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders One luv to the ol school n***az They in the jail tryin to raise us Even the ones that tried to blaze us but couldn't even graze us See dem b**h azz n***az y'all k**in don't amaze us Y'all slobbin I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage (DIS MY ni**a JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT sh*t) Everybody stay fly get money k** and f** b**hes I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches VA's finest fillin up ditches, when n***az turn to b**hes die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall midgets I know k**az that k** for a fee that'll k** yo' a** for free, believe me How you wanna die fast or slowly? Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie I bought yo sh** it was weak, trashed it now you owe me All the hardcore n***as know me I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherf**er Takin anything that's rightfully mines Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines Physique crew, thick designs wit j**els that shine all the time Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique Got n***as while you eat sh** sleep and beat yo meat die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street n***as screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born but f** it he gon life must go on n***as don't live that long but hoes in wigs n***as that think they head strong got n***as hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK JUST FORTY fu*kIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!! YO!!