Geez to Get

(Verse 1) (Killa Tay) Whoever took the wrong path, 28 havin long cash Tired of goin past my baby boy growin fast Look in his eyes I know he ready to ride With homicide on his mind cuz ain't no peace to find I'm on the front line battlin demons with verbal weapons With my heat release I see 'em runnin for protection No question, I do the checkin with perfection I stay clockin G's got the trees for the section Incredible not, that nigga Sean T lace the beats And now we comin with enough game to change the streets And I ain't trippin off the fame it's all the same to me I need my money cuz nothin in life came for free I used to life the thug life and pack a chrome Hustled 24/7 'till my sac was gone Little kids on my block gettin blasted on But it's a cold world baby and we all shady White man tryin to tell me I'm crazy and lock me up Got me fucked up with both hands cuffed Feelin stuck, 'till my heartbeat cease I'm reppin C-Fold Nothin to live for, so much to die for livin the life of a psycho (The Commissiona) Until I speak of the truth I feel a mil ticket's gettin closer The Gambino's nigga we certified souljah's I been laced in the game back in the late 80's And now it's the year 2001 Some crucial on frontline, tryin to stay away from one time Ridin off into the sunset You taught your whole dealy and come to the game tryin to compete with us Or ride with us we leavin niggas speechless Speak in the heat of all speeches We 30 deep in this game, we hustle hard and got G's to gain Make a large amount of paper nigga larger than life Behind this click nigga The Commissiona I got geez to get (Chorus X2-JT The Bigga Figga) I got geez to get, P's to flip Turned off my phone cuz it's hot as a bitch I know they watchin on the block but I couldn't beleive When the homies try to tell on me (Verse 2) (Cosmo) We makin moves, my team too strong we can't lose Head up against the world take a walk in my shoes And you gon' see why I act this way Gettin Low with some real G's stackin the pay I'm wakin up fresh off the flight, still hung over from last night Nothin on my mind but the grind and gettin my cash right And my vision, I got plots and plans for multimillions So I can go cop a new Benz when I get the feelin Makin a killin, off this here rap that I'm dealin With my cash stacked up to the ceiling I'm gettin money rockin more bottles and gold lynch to hang to my balls Dip in act flip stacks to pay for my dogs That got lost in this cold life I got tired of workin cold nights and hangin on the block with no fight I'm thinkin that I might get, slapped and jacked Facin 25 to a L what type of life is that I know the shit wasn't meant for me I'm Young Pachino born floss on you bitches, ballin with Gambino's Who got nothin to lose Grabbin my dick, flippin off the world clutchin my tools, make ya lose (JT The Bigga Figga) This California lifestyle was dope by the Pound My nigga wild when it's high profile We through the aisles, checkin for Beamer's and Benz's Searcher in this, for the right one took a strike 'em it's kinda nice son Cuz we the tight ones, collar poppin to get the pesos Sacks of dego, stack the cheddar just like the Lego About to take ov' We need to reach for your profile and, platinum medallion Steppin out spaceships with stallions Next turn your eyes glance up at the bosses Niggas is cautious, of these hataz they see us flossin Camouflage my souljah's sit in a garage Tinted, my niggas in it with 2 more guys I got the mind of a hustler, a tongue of a pimp Keep my mind on my money gotta ride for the click We certified from the rap game known to keep it crack game West Coast Mafia nigga sittin on stacks mayn (Chorus X4-JT The Bigga Figga) I got geez to get, P's to flip Turned off my phone cuz it's hot as a bitch I know they watchin on the block but I couldn't beleive When the homies try to tell on me