Grand Theft Auto (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Proof]
Alright
I'm tired of this sh*t, you hear me?
Motherf*cker if we get out this sh*t (Yeah fo' sho')
I ain't never going back you hear me?
Never (Never no more)
I'ma do whatever I got to do
I'm on some state property sh*t (Lay down, stay down n*gga)

[Verse 1: Proof]
Packing a fo' fo' [?]
Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough
Hustle by night, tustle and fight
Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes
With the AK-47 hitting squares
Don't lose your life over that stairwell
Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell
I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells
Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist
Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking the districts (Districts)
Sensless, reckless behaviour, blasting your neighbour
My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors
Wild the f*ck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!"
We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows
[?] robbing your dreads
I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Chorus: J-Hill & Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed n*gga, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous sc*m
We aim the gun n*gga, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Yo, I got an occupation of blasting people, dodging incarceration
This double barrel's guaranteed to push a n*gga's face in
Paper chasing, adrenaline rushing, heart is racing
Pacing back and forth in abandoned buildings, that's my station
A gun for hire, get hung with wire