Young G's Perspective - Blackjack/The Notorious B.I.G./Snakes

Composer：DR

Sh*t is real on this end

No friends J M

Sh*t it real on this end

Sh*t is real on this end

Got into my mind sh*t is smoked up my sight is blind

Cock back the nine 'cause I might not like what I find

Ohh

Murders I seen killer fiend

Through the endosheen mean burst into flying guilotine

Hennesey I sip 'til I'm ripped

Iron the gun and slip exhale hollow tips

With my pointer angle this must be the devil's triangle

Confused so I mangle demons I had to strangle

Professional hitman and so they guns multi clips

I grab my gats cock go back and let him pull it

I said I'll rough a real b**ch n**ga you better back up

With the fourfour devil loaded so motherf**kers slack up

I sh*t the raps and craps give me my snaps

B**ches wanting the claps 'cause I'm leaving 'em with f**king gaps

I write rhymes the game mind the maintain mind

The rag around my head is for the gang sign

So with the bottom lick the sha body shody

Fear nobody adolescence catching f**king bodies

On all you b**ches gangbangers snitches

I get so f**ked up I don't know which

Which is which is

Larceny's a part of me trifling is stifling MC's on they a**

Two snakes in the f**king grass n**ga

Do you know what time is is

No friends no friends J M

What you want the keys GS 3's the papes

Bustin' in b**ches making their periods late

Cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate

N**gas real protective young G's perspective

What you want the keys GS 3's the papes

Bustin' in b**ches making their periods late

Cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate

N**gas real protective young G's perspective

Larceny the dirty trigger n**ga f**k the looking good sh*t

I rather grab my gat cock bullsh*t

Heat I keep when I creep

Using the Snake intellect to catch wreck and count them greens

A n**ga drops I wish it was the cops

Sh*t is hot got the motherf**king block locked

Wicked creator life eliminator

Continue to sin you murder's on the menu

Which get in you meet the boom on the stab wound

Blood harvester tomb catch a body ever full moon

MC's with temptation asphyxiation

Snake relation like proper d**n nation

Since birth on this scortched dirt

Badness with the lyricals pocket full of miracles

I'm sick and sick of being tired

Ain't a soul I fear too tired to care

At sunrise to let my tepature rise

Eagle eyes don't believe in me believe your eyes

Should I cry 'cause I wet a n**ga then he die

Go cock my line roll up and get high

What you want the keys GS 3's the papes

Bustin' in b**ches making their periods late

Cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate

N**gas real protective young G's perspective

What you want the keys GS 3's the papes

Bustin' in b**ches making their periods late

Cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate

N**gas real protective young G's perspective

I 'cause dirty bodies and bloodclots very busses and buck shots

Cock gluts and run the block n**gas in they clean they clucks

N**gas can see me nots let it get hot

Murder mo' n**gas and gotta loadof reps she think mets and cot

Because I only get drastic so who has the black plastic

Specs in the back with all the caskets

Who can be mo killa blood spilla clips with hollow points

So when a n**ga slips he sh*ts like he's got salmonela

Danger approaches checking for who gets closest

You're closest to get my focus smoke hese rookies like roaches

Who can 'cause more terror then

This like a full terrorist

Breaking n**gas like matches broken b**ches appoaches

And you know this n**ga let's it increase

With mo' heat than a heater 'specialy when I got my milometer

Burning up these n**gas like VD these n**gas try to see me

Now I'm making benders like houdini

What you want the keys GS 3's the papes

Bustin' in b**ches making their periods late

Cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate

N**gas real protective young G's perspective

What you want the keys GS 3's the papes

Bustin' in b**ches making their periods late

Cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate

N**gas real protective young G's perspective

No doubt no doubt

The bay area meets bedstuy

Black Jack

Junior Mafia

Frank white is the f**ker

Keeping it real for the 96 until uh

Yeah

No friends

J M uhh