I Thought I Leave you niggas Wit A Lil Sumthin To Play Wit While I Finish My Fuckin Album Every Body Wants To No When The fuck My Album Comin Out
When Ever The fuck I Drop It Wait...

Here The Breakdown Before I Tell Yall Who I Be I Gotta Say Proof R.I.P that's For Em The 40 Oz Spillin that's For Him I Got The System In The Bently On Blast For Him I Go Bananas Like Plastic Timbs And My Lyrics Go Over A niggas Head Like A New Era Brim And I Bang Like A New Era Brim Translation A Brim Is A Blood Like Me A Mac 10 Any nigga Want The Drama I Reach For The Mac 10 Make The 50 Cap Spin Till It Peel Back Skin Eazy Baby you don't Wanna Belive Me Baby Yeeeeaahh Like Jeezy Baby L. A On My Face The Logo From The Dodger Brim I'm The Face Of L. A you Gunna See Alot Him The niggaz Behind Me you Gunna See Alot Them Enough niggaz Behind Me To Fill Up Every Room At The Ramada Inn A And R's At The Label Like Not Again Every Time We Put A nigga Out Game Slaughter Them Catch you In The Alley what you Gunna Do Wit Out Yo Man Feel Like I'm Bishop Standin Over Radamans you niggaz bitches Throwin Rocks Then Hide Ya Hands Till I Chew Yo ass Up Like Flinstone Vitimans I Smell pussy Somebody Let The Cats Loose I'm The Drama King you Think I Found Papoose Whos Next To Put On The Rat Suit I fuck Em Doggy Style you Can Go Ask Snoop While I Bump This Mobb Deep In The Caddilac Coupe Haha Nah I Really Like Track Numba 2 So I Put A 100 Bars On It you couldn't Make My Freestyle Whack If you Put Chico Debarg On It I'm So Hard Homie I Swear To God Homie 50 Cent Still Bet His Fuckin Black Card On Me Be Kool Cuz When The Heats Drew The Hollow Tips Will fuck Up Yo Stomach Like Seafood My niggaz Hungry When They Look At you They See Food Give Up Or I See you In The Icu Wit A Bed And Sum Iv's To Nursery Teachin Yo ass How To Chew fuck This Rap shit nigga I Got A Shoe The Next Colour On The Shelf Is North Carolina Blue I'm Gettin Married She From North Carolina Too But you Wont Catch Me In The North Carolina Blue If you See Me In Riley Jus Slidin Threw Throw Ur Rags In The Air Like North Carolinens Do Be4 you Run Up Think About what Ur Tryin To Do Cuz The 12 Gauge Eat niggas Like Parinah Food On My Son I Push Yo Head Backwords Cuz Ill Never Ever Be The Next Dead Rapper Id Rather Be Alive Pushin Sum 2008 shit Cuz you Gotta Be Dead In A Box To Be Sum Bodys Favorite I'm Not Sayin I'm About To Go Where Mase Went But you Wont Find Me Upside Down On The Pavement I'm Behind The Desk On Sum Jay shit Sum niggaz don't Want Me To Shine Can you Say Snitch Black Wall Street niggaz Come Out And Spray shit Ak Spit Give That Mayback A Face Lift
Now Back To The Basics My Flow So Amazin If This Was 88 And I Could Rap I Would Weigh you Out Like A6 Weigh you Out Like That Ugly ass Bay shit Funny ass Jackets Got The Hood On Sum gay shit The Look Like Nikes Wit Stars On Em Face It The Whole World Blind Errbody On The Race shit Roll A Blunt And Get Higher Then A Space shit Touch The Sky nigga I'm On That Kayne shit Back In The Day I Used To Bump Jazzo Run Up On you Take Yo Money And Yo Skateboard I Was A asshole Now I Blast 4 Leave Him On The Grass Swole Kickin And Pushin Like Lupe Fiasco I Got A Jab Like Floyd Even Sab No Try To Play The Game Get Punched Up Like Glass Joe Hip Hop Cops On My dick Hit The Ave Slow Mad Cuz I Get Love In New York Like Dimaggio Brooklyn niggaz Say I'm Nuts Like Pistachios See Me In The 64 Wonder Why The ass Is Low I Got The Bricks In It That Real Yayo That Tony Montana Drop The shit Off The Pedro I Buy Guns But The Tons Bullets By The Case Load We Can Find Osama When I Say So I Got niggaz Flyin In From San Deigo Thatll Smoke The Town Turn It Into Wako Come Through Give Yo Whole Hood A Make Over Sit On The Block In The Bullet Proof Range Rover Make you Fade To Black And I Aint Hova Think About That Be4 you Say The Game Over

You No I Usually Talk Alotta shit At The End Of My Mutha Fuckin Freestyles But They Aint Nobody Else Left To Beef Wit.... One
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Face Of L.a. Lyrics

The Game – Face Of L.a. Lyrics