Testimonies

Lyrics

*(Swoop G talking)* Mobb shit bitch, I guess all them raps in my notebook finally paid off Testimonies of a gangsta. 9-7 Verse 1*(2 Scoops)* Won't fantasize, I despise a nigga Who violate the game, by casting dirt upon my name Cuz I've been summoned from the valleys 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-sider so keep biting 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 among us I detect his scent I won't point no fingers nigga, but I said what I meant Ain't no snitches from my streets, Crestside come wit slugs Nigga wash, Tide and 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 child I begged Santa for AK's and choppers In the Bay I must pray for the municipal 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 baptized in fire, watch the flames in my eyes Nigga 2 Scoops assembling soldiers they ride in unison PD's got APB's out for all us hooligans The dirt I've done I'd be willing to do again There's a long list of 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 Optimus Prime lunch pale Got twamp sacks in it I'm gettin suspicious Niggas They askin too many questions They know my New Port 100's be my prized possessions 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 why my mama don't approve of me Humiliated by the fact that her son's a G Heaven has an admission and your hearts the fee 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 guage 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 opportunity to pursue a Legitimate career, in this twisted game called life. I truly hope after Hearing my album, my songs will influence my fans to reach higher, smoke Bigger, hope for better. Don't be content wit the circumstances, because 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 ______________________________________________________