Bottom 2 Da Top
(专辑: Undaground All-Stars: Da Texas Line Up - 2005)
Yeah, yeah that's what it is... [Hook] We made it out the
bottom, we reaching for the
top We rise and fall, but the
game don't stop We made it out the
bottom, we reaching for the
top Real estate cars, and them big shiny rocks We made it out the
bottom, we reaching for the
top Family first, fuck with that and get popped We made it out the
bottom, we reaching for the
top We live and die, but the
game don't stop [8 Ball] Fat boy killer man, cut like a
guillotine Off with a
nigga head, my style ain't free Bloody body parts, pop hearts and stop breathing Nutty niggaz only need a
reason, reach under the
seat and Grab the
heat, and make that fire jump up out my window I
bet them bitches, won't be coming round here talking no mo' Ay yo, dirty lyrics bring out evil spirits I
must be evil, wouldn't talk it if I
didn't live it Wouldn't live it if I
couldn't take it, please believe it Please believe, that if a
nigga disrespect he bleeding I
put that on them little niggaz, at the
crib I'm feeding Do whatever, trying to get the
shit that they be needing Touch the
streets, and get my feet muddy For them dead presidents, pimp a
hoe like Cuddy Like Bubba Sparxxx we get ugly, remember that For that bread niggaz willing to go, to hell and back [Hook] [Lil' Keke] If your cash is mean, let me hear you scream and rush it Hood rich fake ass niggaz, y'all gotta love it Get mine, battle the
streets and keep it locked Loading and cocking glocks, jamming slowed down Pac Twist it and make it pop, close it and open shop Bottom straight to the
top, smoking on that Cali crop City that's do or die, kill you behind a
lie Open the
pigeon coop, and let the
street birds fly Murder and racketeer, FED's won't disappear Push it and hit the
gear, pray for another year Lifetime, and the
click be rumbling Raised in the
hood mayn, where the
heads be tumbling Boys be stumbling, living in sadness Broke as fuck, they can't shake the
madness A
savage, plus I
don't give a
damn Get rich and live it up, with the
rest of the
fam [Hook] [Kyleon] Gotta rise to the
top, cause the
bottom too crowded It's like crabs in a
bucket, and they holding me down That's why I'm on the
block with the
rocket, I'm holding a
pound Inside the
booth spitting, he's controlling the
sound And we controlling the
town, got the
keys to the
city Rains trains or airplanes, I
got the
keys to the
city It's Killa, Ball and Ke we CMG Custom Made Gangstaz, we CMG's It don't take a
set of binoculars, to see we G's Got a
eye for this do' nigga, so we see them G's And I
done finally made it, cause I'm sick with the
rap Spit lyrics like cold bro, I'm sick with the
rap When the
glock start coughing, I'm sick with the
strap Behind money, I'd make your face stick to your lap Gotta make it to the
top bro, you can't deny my mail Cause I
rap so well, they had to put my teeth in jail it's Killa [Hook]