S.W.B.T.C

Where I am, problems aint far Five people in a black tinted car Hash filled cigar, blue prints, J.O.C. straight up to the charts Shout out to all the plugs, all the corrupted cops I got nuts in my socks, my heart doesn't race when I step next to the cop car Weed in a jar, they didn't even put on my hands cuffs Shit gonna get ruff, cause I tell you what's up Meet me at the plug, the chosen and rapping one Your friends Bitches, I call you don juan Hot on the mic, young lyrical psyk I seek While you hide, hard to catch ya? Nah, it's a question of the time, time, time The devil faded these streets, traps around the corner behind the block Meanwhile I'll be selling out drugs, that you breath deep in your lungs G.G. Haze, Orange Bud, J.O.C. Motherfuck, time runs while death step near Maybe we dead by next year, I go all in, I show no fear Like gun smoke, you disappear Real stories, no theater like Shakespeare Rapper choke on the mic, like your girl on my D While I keep flowing on like digga D Spit about this, spit about this I represent my hood, I represent my biz Looking out the window and I saw police Matter facr they never caught me Stepping out my block, cap on Roll up a J after I step on The devil also was an angel that turned to a villain Like Goku, I be grilling, live hidden, let my 38th speak The frustration has built up, people nowadays talk too much About that gangsta stuff but it, ain't that hard to pull up to the scene Gonna wait for all these fake punks, chilling in the parks On the bars where we kick them hard, life's hard without all the wildcards As the sun goes down and the moon start to raise That's the time when the locked up demons escape From the cage and rage and tryna blame and bring around some hate You better realize the hidden signs before you end up like them I read between the paper lines and see through your eyes that are red and shune Possibility to be a good customer, ma nine hanging between my belt and my pants