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Swoop G - Testimonies lyrics
f/ 2 Scoops, Bart (3X Krazy) *(Swoop G talking)* Mobb shit bitch, that's all them raps in my notebook finally paid off. Testimonies of a gangsta. 9-7. Verse 1*(2 Scoops)* Most fantasise, I despise a nigga who violate the game, by casting dirt upon my name cuz I've been summoned from the vallies of hell at the same time them shells dropped them niggas fell you claim you ballin but I can't tell about your bitch you fit now you can't afford bail like I dispose of toilet paper, I dispose of them fists you can't fuck wit this Mobb-stylist so keep bitin yo lip niggas wanna see me lose but ain't no room for error finally got a thick bitch, now you scared to share her there's a coward umong us I detect his sent I won't point no fingers nigga, but I said what I meant ain't no snitches in my streets, Chris I come wit slugs nigga wash, Tide an Bleach can't fade this thug give it up live it up playa expose your heart at my best I rip flesh like a Great White shark that's real po-po raids and barricades can't stop us as a shout out beg center, for AK's and choppers in the Bay I must pray for the municable jury there's no way man can survive the decent of my fury I married Nina Ross cuz she's my hoodrat pal we got engaged the day I pulled her out that bathroom towel I be ridin on that highway to heaven cuz I paid the toll it costed more than a dollar so I gave my soul the pain from my past it can't be disguised I been baptised in fire, watch the flames in my eyes nigga 2 Scoops assembling soldiers to ride in unison PD's got AP's out for all us hoolagans the dirt I've done I'd be willing to do again as long as the bitch ass niggas I'd love to shoot again mama raised me well wakin up to them grits kept it real, and made all the playas praise my shit got discovered like a fossil or the secret of the ooze I had to steal because I refused to wear them Payless shoes teacher told me she'll be back in a minute I think she knows my optimst prime lunch pale my twamp sacks in it I'm gettin suspicious niggas they askin too many questions they know my new Pope 100's be my prized possesion streets has got these niggas heartless they ain't got no manners when we run out of chronic do we resort to the bammers sometimes I wonder my mama don't approve of me humiliated by the fact that her son's a G heaven has an admission and your hearts to feed spotlight, would you please shine bright on me. *(Chorus- Bart)* x2 As I get violent and physical wit my strap to your mental soon as I enter the reconstruction wit this 12 gage pistol we handle the ghostrider we live and die through these hardcore raps heaven will find a way to follow us down this dark course path. Testimonies. (Swoop G talking)* I would like to take the time out to give credit to the cities of Frisco, Vallejo, Oakland, Sacramento for manufacturing so many talented niggas, and giving us money-motivated hustlas an opprotunity to pursue a legitamate career, in this twisted game called life. I truley hope after hearing my album, my songs will influence my fans to retire, smoke bigger, hope for better. Don't be content wit the circumstances, cuz most of these circumstances are only temporary. Can't nobody hold you back from changin them. Music has given the testimonies of us gangstas a voice. Amen. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at <a href="http://www.hotmail.com">http://www.hotmail.com</a> |
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