R.S.C For Life

(álbum: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 1 - 2008)

I hussle till the block done
Till the mothafuckin cops come and shoot till [?]
I'm servin red rum from the shotgun
I'm bartendin red rum from the shotgun
The dope pope hot yo nose make your snot run
Certified pimp, probably could knock your top numb
I'm from where if you don't knock you get knocked on
[?] You don't sock, you get socked on
You come a boy, you leave a man that how I got grown
My real life is better than these niggas rap songs
Guns, money, bitches and a fast car
Couple hundred thousand buried in my back yard
I'm a real nigga I don't got to act hard
Try me if you wanna, watch how I reverse that charge
Guns, money, bitches and a fast car
Couple hundred thousand stashed in my back yard

Cause I'm from RSC till the day that i die
I be from RSC till the day that I die
I'm from RSC till the day that I die

Look black dickies, gold rope, blue cutlass
I'm hangin out the window with the two [?]
Some off brand shit I heard the [?]
I'm certified they thinkin I'm still tryna prove somethin
The murder high, the dope blow I'm tryna move somethin
spot rollin, the knots swole, like I bruise money
Nigga I cruise luxury, up and down the broken glocks
in the city, pumpin poison like a kidney
focused on my vision, I'm way too young to be livin the life that I'm livin
But that the life that I was givin
God wouldn't never give me somethin I could never handle
And my flow so hot like wet wax off a candle
I still bang crack and clear rap like a sample
We send pounds outta town to atlantas for the [?]
Thats my answer, lifes like cancer and nigga I'm serious

Cause I'm from RSC till the day that i die
I be from RSC till the day that I die
Im from RSC till the day that I die