The Game, Big Hit, Hit-Boy - P Fiction lyrics

Hit-Boy

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles

I'm a menace, I'm a thug, I'm a gangsta
I cut that house arrest shit straight up off my ankles
Fuck the feds for taking twenty from my uncle
And fuck whoever thought 'cause he was dolo they could punk him
Always keep a .38 where you can't P it
Keep a couple Dracos, couple bricks, couple liters
Niggas act hungry, I'ma fill up and feed 'em
Do 'em like a predator, gut him out and bleed 'em
My dad had a hеart, but he was heartless
Showеd me how to chip, a nigga cordless
Taught me how to cook a nigga carcass
And he gon' see the pound if he keep with all that barking
Keep a blower, Nintendo cartridge
Roll a nigga body up in dope spot carpet
Take 'em up to 14 in a six-trey
And spread his ass around like he a mixtape

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles

On Cedar, the West Coast mine, nigga
I've been out here on a twenty year grind, nigga
It ain't a weak bone in my spine, nigga
Call my name, I show up every time
Same hood, same line (Woo)
If I bang your phone, you bang mine (Woo)
It ain't shit in this city I can't find
I don't know you, nigga, so we gon' swap at the same time
I'm chunkin' up gang signs, we slide for the same slime
All I see is mamas droppin' to knees and babies cryin'
It's a thin line between love and death
When you on the grind, it's all about cause and effect
Fuck a sorry, fuck a promise, shit be faulty, almost lost it
Niggas hardly recognize how much this fucked life be costin'
Life is cheap, five racks put you right to bleed
Got blood in this grave for half a ki', uh
It never snows in Southern California
Fuck around and we'll stank a nigga
But Hit said be bool, so I planked the nigga
He walked away with his life, he better thank a nigga
And this pen ain't for no raps, I'll shank a nigga
Carve 'em like my escape route, Shawshank a nigga
So cut with all that acting 'fore I bank a nigga
He ain't Leon, and I ain't no Franklin, nigga

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles, huh

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Game what's brackin'-brackin'?
You finally pulled up huh?
Bring it on in, blood
L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang
Bompton to Dena, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Unstoppable, nigga
B Team