GTA Lyrics

Ok everyone with tickets

Move your fucking ass to the front with the quickness

Get in line y'all don't want to miss this

Best keep up there's gonna be admission

Tripping through the hood to show you my vision

Some really wild shit now can I get a witness

Hell naw not in my hood

Just them goons that be up to no good

Rapping and pillaging all types of dealing man

Heads on the fiends be spinning like a ceiling fan

Every time they exhale off them Pepsi cans

Looking like goblins causing all the problems

What else do they do when they living on the bottom

Don't got a life cause nobody ever taught em

What can I say hakuna matatem

But ok back to our mission

Look over there some nasty ass bitches

Posted on the corner tryna get they riches

To fuck that pussy you gotta pay admission

Not to much it doesn't cost a lot

To get the bitch naked and make her pussy pop

Punch her in the head and watch her jaw drop

Skull fuck the slut until your dick pops

Don't wear a jimmy your dick gonna rot

In not to long the reaper gonna knock

To put your ass in a small pine box

Now you can't be alive with no time on the clock

And the funny thing is that bitch still living

Her heart keeps ticking with all the drug binges

I know these be some graphic images

These for the grown not the little kids

So back to our journey down these ghetto roads

Surrounded by shattered dreams and broken homes

Another body dropped and their family doesn't know

Cause know ones talking that's the street code

You live by this and you die by this

I'll always heave honor cause I ain't no snitch

And that's how the hood should always be

If ye got a fucking beef then you take it to the streets

Load up roll out ready for homicide

Need a extra shooter you know I'm qualified

Hoods got the work no need for classifieds

Bang this out your speakers it best be amplified

I stay in the hood till my bodies crucified

I only spit the truth got no time for fucking lies

Life in the fast lane I got it and I don't drive

Living like this till the day I fucking die

Everything I spit know it was the truth

To understand the plant gotta study the roots

The same is applied to us people in the ghetto

Gotta nurture the seeds before the violence settles