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Fuck Being The King, I'm The Boss of The West (All I ever wanted) All I ever wanted (Was the freedom to refuse) Was My freedom (Of something of my own to love enough) I love this game man (You hate to lose) I can't lose (Feel it in my brain) It's crazy man (It's leaving smoke behind my eyes) I hate to talk about these suckers (When a part of me that wants to change) I want to change (Fights the part of me that tries) But I gotta talk about you lames Peep Game (Yea) Knock, Knock here we go again, It's Crooked I homie let me in Fuck 5 mics give me ten, I'm rembrant with an ink pen A lot of Niggaz represent the West, Sittin on the throne is the quest I don't give a Fuck who the best, Even though I'm better than the rest What I just said is so real, We can bet a set of chrome wheels If gettin' dough was based on skills, Niggaz couldn't pay they phone bill Rap Game, Damn shame, Fuck it ima pop champagne Keep a cuban hangin out my mouth, I know you seen the ad campaign Tell the truth, Y'all Niggaz Lame, Not the kind of lame with a cane Kind of Nigga lame in the brain, that's why I'm changing the game Gang Bangin' was in eighty-nine, Now we on some organized crime Hip-Hop Cops on the grind nevermind them last couple lines Close homboys might switch, Best friend put you in a ditch Fuck a snitch, Fuck a Bitch I just wanna see my Niggaz rich Letras de canciones(inaudible) and ya life, a couple drop tops and a wife Fuck gettin' shot in a fight, Gotta keep a glock in ya sight That's the way it is in the streets, Niggaz never wanna see you good That's coach leather on the seats, That's cherry grain on the wood Yea, But We giving back to the hood Gotta give back to the hood You know? Somebody gotta do it Cuz you suckers ain't come back in a long time man Every time you come through here, fifty thousand police withchu Cant even walk around your own people And then you wanna block me from getting in the game You Niggaz lame Try not to talk about you suckers But I can't change... I got to... Yea, Yea Nigga What now? Years later still in the game Underground for a long while, 100 carats still in the chain Cuz the flow's ill, and he's so real and his hoes feeling his pain Doing dope dealings and show skrill or we don't steal and entertain Everything I do is legit, Putting off my shit You can search a Niggatill he's sick, Yea, Cop eat a fat dick Rappers slug gettin mailed, can't put a boomerang in jail Throw me in imma come back out, Why Nigga, I post bail Then it's right back on the block, with a baby mac and a glock When you're trapped and you need to hear real rap and what happened to Pac These Niggaz rappin is gay, I don't care what mad Niggaz say, Chris told yall, you was wick-wick-wack way back in the day I kick back with a six-pack, then a Nigga gotta laugh at the way, You kick raps cuz the simple fact, come at me and you'll ask for the pay Crooked I or Young Boss, Y'all know my motherfucking name Wont stop till im on top, hottest young Nigga in the game C dot , O dot, P dot We Hot squeeze glocks, three shots, leave a Nigga on the street top Beeyotch (All I ever wanted) Yea (Was the freedom to refuse) All I ever wanted was my freedom (Of something of my own to love enough) And now I got something that I love (You hate to lose) I love this game man (Feel it in my brain) I can't lose, I won't lose (It's leaving smoke behind my eyes) Listen (When a part of me that wants to change) C.O.B. (Fights the part of me that tries) From Letras Mania