Live From Bedrock

Lyrics

Big ol niggas, uhm, me and my... A couple of my brothers, one of them that died Had came up with it, it was just some... We was just always some hood niggas but we would just be on some big things Whether it's just big ol money, big ol rims, big ol jewelry We was just big ol niggas Know'm sayin, we was lil niggas Big ol guns, just all everything was big We was big ol niggas... The city rain blood in the summertime I'm runnin round with this gun that shoots a hundred times I've done the crime, took my lick, went and done my time I look at you and your face and you know what comes to mind? Fool, stain, sweet, chopstick I catch you, slap you wit that banger then go in your pockets I used to go in there, cop it then turn over a profit That money start runnin in and ain't know when to stop it Got it, get that perrico from Mexico A heavy dose and flood the city like the levies broke They plottin on me heavy yo, I'm so ready tho I keep that iron everywhere we go Live, live from Bedrock Live from Bedrock See if you can survive a headshot Live, live from Bedrock The streets 'll eat you then regurgitate you Was the memories really worth the paper Told Shake I had the perfect caper These verses baby only hit me if it's work related Diamond's on me doin the percolator We live, live... I ball hard like Russell Westbrook It's no wonder I got the summer sold Winter as well I spent eight winters having dinner in hell And I remember it well That's why my foot up on the gas, it ain't comin off The realest nigga you gon run across Got that money doin somersaults I'm not one of these rap niggas that act Like they one of these trap niggas that trap Like they was really that nigga I'm only into dealing with facts nigga I really had a sack, get you stuck up and whacked nigga Jesus, they just done over the season Think you teflon, I blow you to pieces Look at me, why would I hate I'm doin shit my way You know what a haza is? A pig that don't fly straight Goodbye, Frank And these niggas thought I fell off, hell naw I was busy in the underworld knockin bells off Knockin yale wall till I took a L all the shame Catch em listenin for my name Doin mail call Pray for me, mama, pray for me While she put all her faith in that church I'm out chasin this paper faithfully Started with that damn eigth of ki Told myself I wasn't lookin back As a man of my word I raped the streets Yeah, yeah I raped the streets My circle small and just as loyal as they can be Only the fam, family go head and take a seat Yeah pull up a chair, let's share a toast have a plate to eat I do this for my niggas that was with me way before that money I do this for you hatin niggas, ooh you know you funny I sit back and laugh at ya, don't know what it takes to be true Full of hatred, I would hate to be you GSG boy we that mafia Thought it was over when they locked me up That couldn't be further from the truth, nigga I body ya This shit is murder in the booth You full of hatred, I would hate to be you GSG yeah we the mafia Eastside crazy Chief