PSC - 25 To Life lyrics

[Intro] It's got to be grand, n***a, it's got to be the hustle, n***a It's got to be the muscle, n***a Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this sh**, n***a? You already know who run them goddamn bricks down Fo' real n***a, all that flexin' ain't 'bout nothin', n***a This Mac Boney, n***a, c**aine champion, n***a Ya already know [Hook x3] I'm talkin' c**aine heaven, c**aine Chevy A bad a** brick cookin' b**h named Betty I'm talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready [Verse 1 - Mac Boney] Get your pots out, I got some new dope for ya They say the rap game dead, I got some hope for ya Who said the work slow? I'll bring the boat for ya A big a** rifle, two of your partners gotta tote for ya Stay on this live sh**, the worm that the bird chase Slide through the hole, call me clean get away I'm real and it shows, n***a, ain't anotha way But sell these 30 o's, I'll die another day My b**h stay on them toes, she send the bullets right away I feel it my soul, and I ain't sold a block today I keep a bank roll, so I ain't gotta make a play I take it to them hoes and let them n***as see my face This is how it goes, this is pure this is oil based This is what you owe, give me meat, keep the business straight I ball a ounce, 10 grams I demonstrate Take ya pound money, why you think they call me gutta, nig? [Hook] [Verse 2 - Big Kuntry King] Cocaine bought a n***a everything That's why you can find me ridin' heavy, mayne Choppa half down, put it in the microwave Let my b**h do it, she'll hard a n***a right away Million dollar trap house, trap star, that be me I control the streets, I could show you how to tame the beasts And beat up the block like an 808 in the beat I'm the heart and the soul when it comes to movin' D Treat it like some p**y when you run it through 100 ki's Everything is digital, no mo' triple Beams Cla** of '96, dope boys yeah, that's evidence Up for the battery acid, just to drain the evidence Just in case a rookie cop run up in my residence I'll tell the young prick go and stick yo hand in it Naked hoes, Glocks, AK's, and a ski mask It's Kuntry Kane, bottom line I'm out to get that cash [Hook] [Verse 3 - ] I'm in the all white caravan, similar to the postal man The Eagle on the side, except my Eagle in my lap man I'm on the slab with all the plans of takin' over foreign lands With plenty crack and plenty straps, how it feels to be the man I cooked it up and put it down, served the heart to hook the town Now everybody callin' me 'cause I supply the hardest rounds So shop with me or I'll lay ya down, I want it all 'cause I'm a hound Break me off or take a loss or find your a** in lost and found Praise a chop, raise a chop, I love breakin' down the dope Put it in a bad make it look more than you paid for Finally came up, rich d**, big plugs Spit hollow tip slugs and the trigger fit snug Buy from me or kick ducks 'cause the dope gonna sell it self And I, good enough to play hard and invest the rest Powder white, double S, yes, with the dual set AC gonna make the game look like no sweat [Hook]