" Speak of your mind"
Y 'all know what it is, it's Giancana baby, uh, KGR, yeah
That's how It went down
[Verse 1:]
From a millionaire dream to finagle and cream
I had to raise a blade in a plate, table of Heinz, white wife beater
Burned a bottle, navel of steam
Little wrist piece, couple of reins, cable of gleam, yeah
Flowin the stove, with blow on the stove
Made a blizzard in the summer, put snow on the roll
Bagging up [at sachi spa??] with a hole in the wall
Niggas in army fatigues , war wardrobe
With raw yo , you get the real raw dough
Cash guy jealous, put a vest on the torso
Before I pop Cris' , I pop the cork off the Mo'
Toast with a chick to took off her clothes
Toast on the hip to taught off my foes
My main alliance was cocaine giants
Niggas move more material than Lane Bryant's
Had the block flooded with customers and clients
They had the Metro system down to a science
Up and down the street, the gullies whips
Beef with one of these niggas was ugly as shit
Did my shit dirt, got a little mud on the kicks
Masking tape, mask on the face , glove on the fist
Giancana story , rise and fall but He on the rise again
Better advise them all , nigga
[Refrain:]
I'm changing my mind, my mind
Show me a sign, show me a sign
"I flip shit when I spit shit"
[Verse 2:]
Nigga , My repertoire, I spit shit hard
And whoever reppin' your squad put a TEC to par
I'm a real fuckin nigga , put a threat to heart
Been cruisin' through your hood, just to wet your parts
Now playin' with a full deck who got full clip
For niggas talkin' on thug , and all that bullshit
Make one of you niggas suck a pit bull's dick
Either that or the mortician will be pullin' on your shit
Keep playin' like everything is jokes and games
Hardy, hard , fuck around, smoke you lames
Only game, I'm playin' with is dope and 'caine
Got an eye for your shorty, she can poke the same/sane
Respect my reign, a crook for the claim you dog - duke
Get your guns, go for the aim I make you hurt , you fags
Hurdle in the back , your whole staff
I see more murders than murder web
Make your mother regret the birth of your crabs
And she can tell it all to the nursery rehab
Come where you at, like everything, lovely kid
End up with a real big puffy wig
In your crib sick shooter to your huzzies' ribs
Thinkin' why the fuck bug these kids into the building
These niggas criminals and villains, no feelings
Kill daddy in front of the children, pull a hole in his head
Niggas still spillin', yeah, this how it go down, mommy
It's real dealin
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