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T-Bone - Conversion lyrics
rtist: T-Bone Album:The Last Street Preacha Song: Conversion Typed by: thesickest702@hotmail.com [T-Bone] Im ready to make a murder scene happen Pimp slappin demons and packin Unload clips, reload and sink ships like a captian You act like you be knowin, when a G be rappin Runnin from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrappin Now hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spitted Even though I know you and your crew ain't even gonna admit it Now slow down T, this family They mess wit you, they mess wit me and also E Why?, this be O.R.C. Lyrically comin wit ski masks out the bushes Wit chainsaws, and axes diggin These demons while they're blood gushes Ima jack these demons one by one They call me Big Daddy Kane, why? Cause I get the job done Now watch me jack these demons, hit em wit a gat Show em how a real G suposed to act Smugglin Bibles instead of gat Rollin drop top cadillacs, puttin it down streets corners and shows For all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death row Really though [Chorus] Bone be the one wit the guns in his hand Demons tryin to kill him, cause they no like him Smugglin Bibles to countries filled wit comminism Tryin to preach them the WORD then convert to Christian [2x] [T-Bone] Tryin to reach them pimps and thugs Curb serves movin them major drugs Gang bangin rollin 60's crips and them piru bloods One love to all the preachas on the street corners 2 dubs for all my riders out in California Peace to my patnas up in Frisco, San Jose, East Palo Alto, Sacramento Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond, Leandro Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, Diego Ya'll know, the golden state full of hate and drama Marijuanna and thugs that shoot a quien las da la ganna most got both hands on they're desert eagle gotta watch ya back cause here in California killins legal Rollin regals, impalas, cadis and them el caminos Hittin switches, best beware of all them hattin snitches Takin pictures of west coast cali sunsets Streets infested wit all them gang bangin ghetto vets No regrets,my patnas dyin over them gangs and sets Havin sex wit girls in mini skirts and pink barrettes Whats next, sick of techs and all them ghetto birds Smell of herb, and playboys sippin on the thunderbird I'll scream until I'm heard, preach the WORD In every alley, crack ghetto curb Wit the beats and verbs Anointed by the might God I serve [Chorus] |
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