Magnificent

no im just sayen that YES I DID

REALLY REALLY I REALLY WROTE THIS

I was giving this a lot of thought Should I trip? Should I not? Should I set this off? A whole lotta pressure is on my shoulders My soul is with all my niggaz I roll with; so know this Cut the bull****, take it back to the music use it right, don't matter what you do with it I'm here to represent the real I still stayed G'ed up unless must I will I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right Hmm cuz if the lights were the sound of the siren I'd make you niggaz get a deal and act wild I'm for real and I can see through these suckers that dick riding mother****ers Yeah, that's me bustin' cuz I'm a huslter for the chips And I'm trippin 'cuz I'm sick of this **** Listen It wasn't about money up front All a nigga wanted was a big gold chain and a blunt Why? What do you mean? Living my Auntie Mary and I ain't having a damn thang I can't get a job; I might as well steal and rob Man, life is so hard Hanging in my homie garage while other niggaz doing killing for a living in the city of stars I got a lick but I ain't got caught Nigga slippin' leaving a sack by the bar And I seen where he set it, thought he had hid it Nope, and I'm about to go get it Come up, I gotta stay run up Left eye open while I'm sleep with the gun up Please don't run up about that money I'm funny My nigga you'll get done up

i wanna see how many people would notice

They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel Cold as the devil Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics heard of me, and the aftermath I don't give a damn and it shows And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So they all know me The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee I give a shout out to your homies And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G On the streets or on TV It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC They won't be happy till I'm banned The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man So point blank in your face, pump up the bass and join the human race I throw peace to the Bay Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground

Dude r u a guy or a girl (da brakes)

dude awsome song i dident read it but ur a bulls fanGO BIG BEN