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South East San Diego in the muthaf*ckin house
619
Gangsta Nation crew, n*gga
Bullet Loco
So get your muthaf*ckin facts straight
Check it out
[ VERSE 1: Jayo Felony ]
What that Diego like? A Uzi or a Mack 10
Bullet Loco and I'm bailin with my n*ggas from the pen
These snitches and tricks makin the set look real bad
Instead of that rag, buster, you need a badge
I gotta watch the pad real close for the break-in
Cause suckers be fakin but it'll be no more mistakin
Hand-pick my click, no weak link or busters
Just pimps and murderers and straight up hustlers
Who ain't givin a f*ck about a nine to five
When I can pull up on ya, blast that ass and then drive
Your car away, far away and leave you with a frame
Sittin on bricks and that's a muthaf*ckin shame
You don't know my name or the set that I claim
For years I let embalmin fluid take over my brain
Killin over colors, f*ck if it's my brother
But if I hesitate on he draw I might not see another
Day, some say ( ? ) smokin and I start chokin them bricks
And I'm p*ssin on your floor cause I ain't housebroken, b*tch
They snitched on the Loc when I was bangin
But now on my nuts you're hangin
And I just ask myself
Yeah muthaf*cka
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
n*gga
[ VERSE 2: Jayo Felony ]
You must be on caine, speed, water, weed, hot c*ck or ready rock
It's the Bullet Loco on the 47 block
On a mission as I'm gettin Inside like Edition
b*tches are wishin they could be huggin up and kissin
Me, but see Bullet Loco gon' stand with the upper hand
Hookers be lyin like the muthaf*ckin weatherman
b*tch, it ain't gon rain, it's a sunny day
For my AK to spray and lay any hooker that wants to play play
Taytay your baby kids were up and saw me f*ckin you
Beatin up the poo-poo with my di*k stuck in you
I might smoke anyone when I'm swimmin in the water
( ? ) to San Diego news reporters
( ? ) puttin out a f*ckin hit
Suck my di*k, you'se a trick, your perspective ain't sh*t
To my click I flick a shermstick bud in your eye
Bangin till I die
n*gga
Yeah fool
And it don't stop
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
[ VERSE 3: Jayo Felony ]
My little homies walk the streets strapped ready to peel a cap
So my enemy's gone on a muthaf*ckin map
Six feet deep, his boys might try to creep
I don't sleep, I keep my trigger finger on my heat
Huh, and sho' enough here they come on a sneak tip
But I got a AK-47 with a 50 round clip
Buck - I hit the driver and he crashed
Ran up on em busters and let em have it as I blast
Tic toc, you don't stop, mama smokin crack rock
Break that sh*t pipe and tell that hoe to stop
But on my block you got them ends, you got the lleyo
My kids got a appetite, so I just can't say no
I'm cuttin up my brick just as soon as I can buy it
I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it
It's all about the street life, my knife and my rag
The Loc used to sag even when I played tag
f*ck the drag, here I come with the gun, son
Blast that ass, question later, I ain't the one
Toss up the Thunderbird, never leave a homie hangin
Cause Bullet Loc ain't goin out, fool...
And I just ask myself
Muthaf*cka
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
You must be on dope, n*gga
Yeah and it don't stop
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
You must be on dope, b*tch