38 Spesh, Harry Fraud, Jim Jones - Target Practice lyrics
[38 Spesh, Harry Fraud, Jim Jones - Target Practice lyrics]
You see, i stay away from lames
That speak to entertain
When I came out the womb
My feet was in the game
Can't complain 'cause far as the streets
I did my thing
I see shit out of my reach and then I aim
You think shit sweet
I peeped your lil' games
A lot of niggas I let eat that went in vain
You made five hundred a week to sit and hang
Now you wanna hate on me, that shit is pain
Huh, I caught a case from
Ridin' 'round with the strap
My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax
Left my man a plug and some product to match
You should have a million dollars around
The time I get back and he did it
Nine hundred thou' to be specific
Family guy, nigga living like Peter Griffin
Hе ain't gon' spend it on weed and bitches
Kept thе police out his business
Not even a speeding ticket
Spent cream on a defense team
If I hit you, you will sue like Mitch Green
Nigga got rich off dealing with
Sick fiends back then now I'm in position to
Fix things from rapping
You cats ain't active, you halfway trapping
My man used to think the
Crack game was the fastest
But weed make crack look average
Green leaf changes belief like
A Black Saint Patrick
Huh, attack fake rappers
You know we come to your
Show wearing backstage passes
Nigga, I'ma make sure your last days tragic
From the way these shells fall
Hope you pack rain jackets, nigga
Saucy in my block, got me gettin' litty
(I'm lit)
Bring the coupes out, I'ma get 'em titties
(Topless) niggas say they ballin' like
They in the bitties
I'm usually in the foreign when
I'm in the bity (Facts)
I use the passport for my registration
I'm way more political than legislation (Woo)
Everybody rocking masks like the
Head of Jason
I'll put your body on the floor
Leave your head adjacent my young niggas
They be praying to the scam gods
When I was young
I was dribbling like Shammgod (Crossover)
Up and down the 95 with them grams of hard
I got a hundred on my wrist
That's my hand of god (Pray for me)
It's water on my neck like the levee broke
(Woo) we was going to the Heights
To get the better coke
I got a bitch that don't gag
And she don't never choke (Nasty)
I got stars in my ceiling with no telescope
Testing, one, two, one, two
Can you hear me out there?
That speak to entertain
When I came out the womb
My feet was in the game
Can't complain 'cause far as the streets
I did my thing
I see shit out of my reach and then I aim
You think shit sweet
I peeped your lil' games
A lot of niggas I let eat that went in vain
You made five hundred a week to sit and hang
Now you wanna hate on me, that shit is pain
Huh, I caught a case from
Ridin' 'round with the strap
My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax
Left my man a plug and some product to match
You should have a million dollars around
The time I get back and he did it
Nine hundred thou' to be specific
Family guy, nigga living like Peter Griffin
Hе ain't gon' spend it on weed and bitches
Kept thе police out his business
Not even a speeding ticket
Spent cream on a defense team
If I hit you, you will sue like Mitch Green
Nigga got rich off dealing with
Sick fiends back then now I'm in position to
Fix things from rapping
You cats ain't active, you halfway trapping
My man used to think the
Crack game was the fastest
But weed make crack look average
Green leaf changes belief like
A Black Saint Patrick
Huh, attack fake rappers
You know we come to your
Show wearing backstage passes
Nigga, I'ma make sure your last days tragic
From the way these shells fall
Hope you pack rain jackets, nigga
Saucy in my block, got me gettin' litty
(I'm lit)
Bring the coupes out, I'ma get 'em titties
(Topless) niggas say they ballin' like
They in the bitties
I'm usually in the foreign when
I'm in the bity (Facts)
I use the passport for my registration
I'm way more political than legislation (Woo)
Everybody rocking masks like the
Head of Jason
I'll put your body on the floor
Leave your head adjacent my young niggas
They be praying to the scam gods
When I was young
I was dribbling like Shammgod (Crossover)
Up and down the 95 with them grams of hard
I got a hundred on my wrist
That's my hand of god (Pray for me)
It's water on my neck like the levee broke
(Woo) we was going to the Heights
To get the better coke
I got a bitch that don't gag
And she don't never choke (Nasty)
I got stars in my ceiling with no telescope
Testing, one, two, one, two
Can you hear me out there?