Testo A Town Summer

One of the realest niggaz that ever messed with these niggaz mane (told these niggaz mane)
Ya'll gon miss me wen I'm gone nigga
CT in the buildin nigga (yuh)
Slick Pulla whats good nigga? (ya'knamsayin)
Homeboy representin' (huy)
Bloy Ride whats good nigga?
USDA. . (you wanna feel this nigga pay attention)
Aim for the sky (sky) thats all i can tell ya (yup)
Roll the purple up an get high like delta (aye)
I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds (clouds)
Gangta pardice no haters allowed (gangsta greazy)

hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on drum
I don't think these niggaz heard my big hung there nigga
Play that shit back in the re-bup nigga
These CTE USDA the voice box of the block

Aim for the sky (sky) thats all i can tell ya (yup)
Roll the purple up an get high like delta (aye)
I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds (clouds)
Gangsta pardice no haters allowed (gangsta greazy)
It all happened so fast
Take time think. . .pinch myself take time to blink (aye)
So what do ya do wen the whole world loves ya? (loves ya)
The hustlers an the gangstas put nuttin above ya? (chea)

Love is love, ya just can't fake it (uh uh)
These niggaz really happy to see one of us make it
Don't talk much, do a whole lotta thinkin
My nerves still bad do a whole lotta drinkin (deeam)

Hot summer nights wake up ina cold sweat (sweat)
Gave my partner ten he ain't come yet (nope)
Still I ride big boy coupes threw traffic
Can get 20 years for what I got in this plastic (ha ha)

An it don't stop there look at my passengers seat (aye)
Can getta another 10 for just packin the heat (deeam)
Cuz now a days man, these niggaz'll kill ya
Think ya heart like concret these niggaz'll drill ya (whaa?)

It ain't a crime until ya get caught (caught)
Just thought I'd take a minute to bless ya with my thoughts (ya know)
Money is a terrible thing to waste
Thats why ya stack it to the ceilin' hide it all in ya safe (whoo)

I'm so complex I gotta beautiful mind
I'm such a hustler, I gotta beautiful grind (I know)
An I can take ya niggaz back to the gentlemen's club
You can catch me upstairs I'm such a gentlemen's thug

Get off my dick thats what you need to do (need to do)
O.G. an Shuga cain't vouch for you (ha ha)
In '98 I had the GS-Fo (wha?)
Get my Busta Rhymes on, nigga gimme sum mo'

You niggaz just rap about it, I was livin it
Take ya back wen timbo an Davinem(?) was gettin it
Cook it on the stove not the microwave
Back wen niggaz rolled around an asked fingawaves(?)

Cain't forget them Edward J mixtapes
Wen niggaz wit them machanics veiled just to get straight
See these rap niggaz wouldn't know nuttin 'bout that (nah)
Like a V.H.S., just around the back (deeam)

I risk my life just to talk like this (yup)
An this the mutherfuckin thanks i get?
I swear I ride threw the city in a two-seater (yuh!)
Fo-Five on my hip, black beater

All I need is one mike, or a half a brick
Gimme a, half an hour I be on sum shit (yeeeahhh)
Trap stay boomin' yeah we breeze threw the packs (packs)
This rap shit easy I just breeze threw the tracks

Wen ya, hot ya hot, wen ya not ya not (not ya not)
Prolly why them white boys keep rushin' the spot (yuh)
An urrbody tellin me how nice i am, (oh you're so) but I'mma real street nigga so ain't givin' a damn (uh uh)

A day in the life just anutha episode
I'm in the streets like them lions in the middle a the road (aye)
New lambo got the feds all curious (curious)
So you can stop watchin' me I take this rap shit serious (yuh)

So whynot stay in the studio for hours
Wen you can make same pay as you do wit powder (yuh)
Shot towns lovin me, L.A.'s feelin' me
This clown keep talkin lil' nigga ya killin' me (ha ha)

Or betta yet ya killin yaself (yup)
Fuckin' wit the big boys could be bad for ya health
I take shit personal I'm so sincere
The lil' nigga chunk hit me so i took taked his career (ha ha)

Catch me cruisin threw the city in sum'n bout a buck fity (neeermm)
Top down, iced out, won't any nigga fuck wit me
An I was shinin' like that before my album dropped
An that was right around the time that yo album flopped