Just Blaze - Church for Thugs lyrics

Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about perculatin on lo-los? Mics and six-fo's n***a Ha ha, no more hand claps, please n***a Here we go - Just Blaze! [The Game] To all my n***as on the porch gettin they hair braided Cornrowed by a L.A. b**h And I can't forget, my n***as ridin the train, Yankee fitted Snub nose under that Pelle sh** I love New York, but g**nin that's L.A. sh** And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, f** it {*volume fades*} {*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my n***as get shot, the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got n***as doin life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Then break up the streets of Compton Spread my blood in the pavement [Hook - repeat 2X] Believe me n***as keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that sh** like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up n***as really don't want no parts of me pal [The Game] Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight? I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike To beat Game in his sk**s, here go some trainin wheels Let's roll, through the City of God, where n***as trained to k** We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will F'real, nah f'real I need a track homey Dre we too close, ain't no turnin back homey Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here Let me paint this picture while you sit here Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the sh**, yeah I spit for n***as doin 25 on they fifth year Ready to throw a n***a off the fifth tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear And every n***a who ever helped me to get here [Hook] [The Game] It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weight Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin upstate Five bricks, six bricks, the n***a got cake Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight Look at the world we live in, n***as steady hate 'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face n***as catchin feelings cause I'm about millions And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the illest You a close second n***a, banana to a gorilla Put us in the same cage, and I'mma have to peel him The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village The head honcho, starin out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo Two long-a** Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo You n***as want me out of L.A., geah I know [Hook]