On The Rise Again

Lyrics

" Speak of your mind" Y 'all know what it is, it's Giancana baby, uh, KGR, yeah That's how It went down [Verse 1:] From a millionaire dream to finagle and cream I had to raise a blade in a plate, table of Heinz, white wife beater Burned a bottle, navel of steam Little wrist piece, couple of reins, cable of gleam, yeah Flowin the stove, with blow on the stove Made a blizzard in the summer, put snow on the roll Bagging up [at sachi spa??] with a hole in the wall Niggas in army fatigues , war wardrobe With raw yo , you get the real raw dough Cash guy jealous, put a vest on the torso Before I pop Cris' , I pop the cork off the Mo' Toast with a chick to took off her clothes Toast on the hip to taught off my foes My main alliance was cocaine giants Niggas move more material than Lane Bryant's Had the block flooded with customers and clients They had the Metro system down to a science Up and down the street, the gullies whips Beef with one of these niggas was ugly as shit Did my shit dirt, got a little mud on the kicks Masking tape, mask on the face , glove on the fist Giancana story , rise and fall but He on the rise again Better advise them all , nigga [Refrain:] I'm changing my mind, my mind Show me a sign, show me a sign "I flip shit when I spit shit" [Verse 2:] Nigga , My repertoire, I spit shit hard And whoever reppin' your squad put a TEC to par I'm a real fuckin nigga , put a threat to heart Been cruisin' through your hood, just to wet your parts Now playin' with a full deck who got full clip For niggas talkin' on thug , and all that bullshit Make one of you niggas suck a pit bull's dick Either that or the mortician will be pullin' on your shit Keep playin' like everything is jokes and games Hardy, hard , fuck around, smoke you lames Only game, I'm playin' with is dope and 'caine Got an eye for your shorty, she can poke the same/sane Respect my reign, a crook for the claim you dog - duke Get your guns, go for the aim I make you hurt , you fags Hurdle in the back , your whole staff I see more murders than murder web Make your mother regret the birth of your crabs And she can tell it all to the nursery rehab Come where you at, like everything, lovely kid End up with a real big puffy wig In your crib sick shooter to your huzzies' ribs Thinkin' why the fuck bug these kids into the building These niggas criminals and villains, no feelings Kill daddy in front of the children, pull a hole in his head Niggas still spillin', yeah, this how it go down, mommy It's real dealin