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Tru 2 Life Playas

T-Bone
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Kinda like the Mafia if you ask me (Who's that?) All of them riders from O.R.C (Why's that?) Cause we bad like three-strikers When we spit rhymes and preach the street biker Or convicts and rockers There, never ain't no tellin' what we gonna do 'Cause when you think we through We come back and bless you With another hit, ain't no stoppin' me and my gang Boney Bone Corleone from the M.T.V. to Club Fame Same rapper and same rider, westsider Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter That's real, now throw your hands in the sky if you're down with me I represent that Organized Rhyme family Family tree consists of demon killers Preachin' drug dealers and top billers makin' skrilla Livin' in white villas, usin' guerilla tactics To reach crips and bloods and all the thugs that are lookin' for love We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders For the land of Chuck Taylors, gang bangers and gang bangers Where rap singers slow ride and rap about 'em, colored bandannas Duckin' from one time, California sunshine projects The streets infested with thugs that'll do a major crime Prime time couldn't paint a better picture Best beware of them locs and notches 'fore them thugs hit ya 'Cause where we from it's straight scandalous Los Angeles Ain't too many players or riders that can handle us Slugs flyin' in every direction you look Got homeless people livin' under bridges and drug addicts hooked Ain't this a shame That's why me and my gang preachin' like deacons To bloods, crips, latinos, huh, and puerto ricans Every weekend we be speakin' and preachin', teachin' How we need to be reachin' the heathens Sleepin' while the devil's creepin' Hatin' to put these suckers names on contracts And lift up and raise up the king of kings like a carjack We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders We're makin' moves like a U-Haul Playa haters don't get it twisted like RuPaul We're don G's and family that stick together like siamese Twins and chinese, steamed rice from Shang Lee's I'm the Bone Corleone with Lucky Luciano Danny Brasco and Mr. Kevin Blanco He doggy Montana from Nicaragua And my little partner that we be callin' Jimmy Hoffa Can't forget 'bout Chasey Gante 'Cause when the rhyme say he makes them beats bombay Hot like picante This is the clique that I be talkin' about And if you ain't down with us then back up before you get clowned We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them Rhyme Sayers True to life players Dippin' in navigators, not Trippin' on all you haters Makin' rider music strictly for the creator With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders