Devils Rejects
(Zino Records)
Bomb
I made a fortune sellin' portions
I'm movin' like Gordon in the kitchen
Me and Bro be like Jordan and Pippen
I've been missin' for a minute now I'm gettin' back to business (trust me)
I put my family first and my money over bitches
Shout my brother Inches 'cause he was there with my name the trenches
When all them other niggas was against us
I remember me and Nina With The Nina with a Nina runnin' sprinter
Free my nigga- won't find a nigga realer
I was caught up in the trap until I saw the bigger picture
Now I'm gettin' richer I might cop the Richard
I'll always be a gangster, it was written in the scripture
I was bad in school, but I was always good at literature
I'm notorious first names Christopher
Rise up the MAC and make thin's get wickeder
Strapped up regular
If nigga's come for me, man will hit up everythin'
I'll probably even shoot the messenger
Applyin' pressure on the game 'cause the streets bein' callin' out my name
So I'm back like here we go again
And I don't care who, what and when, that was then
This is now, that was them, this is us (CSB)
Get you rushed off to hospital
Grab my duffle bag book a flight somewhere tropical
My life's in a circle, I ran through the obstacles
When they're gonna realize I'm unstoppable?
Bomb
Come on my bro
You know we've been runnin' thorugh these obstacles
Comin' like we're runnin' a marathon
We're tryna have the maddest run, but we ain't runnin' from Babylon
Nah, nah, this operation put the mandem on
It's like my vision got clearer after me and Sandra had a son
And now the Bro's home after seven birthdays
It's back to doin' what we was tryna do in the first place
Let's get this money
For all them critics that like to chat shit
For a decade, I dropped classic after classic
I used to shop for cocaine
I don't need to sell tops, now got my own strain
Told them niggas on the block, I'm 'bout to lock the whole game
But they're still hatin' like they ain't rocked my old chains
Now I pull up on the block I see niggas cry tears
Tellin' me 'bout their problems, pitchin' ideas
Break these niggas off they go and literally buy beers
It's fucked up the gave my niggas fifty-five years
It still hurts that my niggas Stylie died
Pappy got killed I ain't shed a tear but inside I cried
We ain't like the rest of these niggas
Where I'm from we really rest in peace niggas
Still remember when them hoes made fun of me
And now I'm Boston George when it comes to weed
If it ain't Zushi then I order Runtz
Bitches always full in love I can't fuck them more than once
I fucked up a lot crops had to get it right
Now I get like six zeds off every light
All over the opps TV's, they must hate it
Niggas on the block blame me 'cause they ain't make it
I was the man way before the 'Gram
My greatest highlights wasn't caught on cam
It's Nines
R.I.P. likkle Stretch, we some certified North West Gs
We pray to Lord bless these North West streets
And we pray for forgiveness
For everything that's bad for the spirit
But is great for the business
Pray you save the next generation from crisis
Yeah we pray but, yuh know say we made compromises
Me? I just pray the streets don't take the next Lumumba
Or the next Nkrumah
Just cool nuh