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N My Prime

BG Knocc Out

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[Verse 1: BG Knocc Out] I was in the studio with E the day his lungs collapsed, 9 days later he died, I said I'm done with rap, back in the hood, banging with my gungster clap, moving work, doing dirt and having fun with that, till they put me on the charge and now I'm facing the (j)ail, county jail main line, now I'm pacing a sale, going back and forth to court till i got convicted, ten years with 85 mins man this shit is ridiculous corking his main line, I'm thinking it's game time, got school real quick so I think with the same mind, the gang violence and riots have got me fed up, but through it all stand tall so I walk with my head up, thinking back when I was whiling putting hammers to jaws, now I'm in the prison mask, I'm handling law, doesn't matter where ya'll, the highest pop rapper rock star, keep God first cause only he is Akbar [Chorus] Who can make the hoes go crazy at a show? (ME) Who was never ever scared to beef with the row? (ME) Who was still in school but traveling getting dough? (ME) Barely in my prime and ya'll saying I'm OG? (Hell nah) I'm a BG (For life) Ol' BG (For life) I'ma BG (For life) x3 [Verse 2: BG Knocc Out] When my big homie went out, he didn't deserve it, tryna say he died of AIDS but Easy was cold murdered I filtered all the bullshit with my third IRIS, full blown AIDS but Tomica ain't got the virus On his death bed a lawyer was hired, a few days prior Jerry Heller was fired, see I'm guided by God, you can't suck at me Can't put it altogether but I smell a bunch of fuckery, no ones in immortal cause we all got a day And if there is a price then we all gotta pay, It's funny when you think, I think you all gotta away I just pray you go to hell and that's all I gotta say I'm from the same city from the same pedigree, never will his name die I'ma carry his legacy The very reason while I'm stomping on the track and the very first to do it, he put Compton on the map (Yeah) [Chorus] [Verse 3: BG Knocc Out] I love city bread, original west side, I am the Compton, with big ears to bedstar A place would sock a, motherfuckers end up dead why? Cause they want beef so we be letting that lead fly Even with all the corruption and daily casualties you gotta admit it my city's got personality Philly had Doc J, we got Doc Dre, If you still ain't convinced check Tayshaun Prince Alma said it's whiley, a Brandon Jennings, like Venus and Serena came from humble beginnings Not to mention all the spitters with these daily mics, Tiny Lister and Anderson, Leslie Sykes Mayor Omare looking duggie with his suit on, Stafon Johnson on the court getting his swoop on Try to do good even we do wrong, rappers claiming they hood, who you think put you on? [Chorus]
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