Grand Theft Auto (Original)

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof] Alright I'm tired of this shit, you hear me? Motherfucker if we get out this shit (Yeah fo' sho') I ain't never going back you hear me? Never (Never no more) I'ma do whatever I got to do I'm on some state property shit (Lay down, stay down nigga) [Verse 1: Proof] Packing a fo' fo' [?] Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough Hustle by night, tustle and fight Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes With the AK-47 hitting squares Don't lose your life over that stairwell Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking the districts (Districts) Sensless, reckless behaviour, blasting your neighbour My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors Wild the fuck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!" We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows [?] robbing your dreads I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto [Chorus: J-Hill & Proof] My reasons are need are reasons of greed In the season to bleed nigga, it's Grand Theft Auto No need for reasoning, increase the reason Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum We aim the gun nigga, it's Grand Theft Auto No fun and games, just run that chain Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto [Verse 2: Kuniva] Yo, I got an occupation of blasting people, dodging incarceration This double barrel's guaranteed to push a nigga's face in Paper chasing, adrenaline rushing, heart is racing Pacing back and forth in abandoned buildings, that's my station A gun for hire, get hung with wire