Can't You See
Catch em slipping
Turn em to a memory
This how the games played
No referee
21 questions
Like a game of jeopardy
Only a few will see
The beast I locked up
No key
A dark side of me
I said a dark side
Angel of death
In disguise
See the flames from hell
When you look in my eyes
Otherwise
Look the other direction
Before I leave you paralyzed
Grab yo heat and utilize
Brutalize and Pulverize
Where you from?
What you reppin?
In these streets
Don't get caught without your weapon
Glock, baretta, or Smith and Wesson
Fast bullets, no interception
Now you're in trouble
Fighting for your life
Feel my struggle
Digging your own grave
With a rusty shovel
Can't you see?
You can't fuck with me
Can't you see?
I'm a young G
Don't fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
Guada's where I came up
The day I get my fame up
Ain't nothing to be ashamed of
Almost gave up
But I'm solid
Yeah, I'm straight
Time to level up and dominate
Going for the dub, checkmate
You motherfuckers can't relate
That's why you can't fuck with me
Young ghetto boy from the SBC
Central Coast, GLPE
805 be the area
Causing mass hysteria
We gotta stay battle ready
Steady
Packing heavy
Anytime we can get popped like confetti
Catch me in your dreams like Freddy
Jason and his machete
Confronted by none, hated by many
A storm of enemies growing deadly
Bitch, don't test me
If you ain't with me, you're against me
Shady
Mark of the beast
You won't forget me
Can't you see?
You can't fuck with me
Can't you see?
I'm a young G
Don't fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
Speak my mind
Put my heart into these beats
Raised in fogtown, cruising these Cali streets
War like Afghan, there ain't no peace
Run like athletes
When we see the police
The crime rate will only increase
A chosen life full of sacrifice
The old me is dead and gone
Rest In Paradise
Stare in my eyes
See within
Born to sin
Mix my juice with gin
Can't you see?
I do it for my kin
Un Mexicano with light brown skin
I'm the real deal boy, I'm legit
You wanna bite my stylo
You is counterfeit
There's a thin line between love and hate
Boy, I'm past that shit
Can't you see?
You can't fuck with me
Can't you see?
I'm a young G
Don't fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
Turn em to a memory
This how the games played
No referee
21 questions
Like a game of jeopardy
Only a few will see
The beast I locked up
No key
A dark side of me
I said a dark side
Angel of death
In disguise
See the flames from hell
When you look in my eyes
Otherwise
Look the other direction
Before I leave you paralyzed
Grab yo heat and utilize
Brutalize and Pulverize
Where you from?
What you reppin?
In these streets
Don't get caught without your weapon
Glock, baretta, or Smith and Wesson
Fast bullets, no interception
Now you're in trouble
Fighting for your life
Feel my struggle
Digging your own grave
With a rusty shovel
Can't you see?
You can't fuck with me
Can't you see?
I'm a young G
Don't fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
Guada's where I came up
The day I get my fame up
Ain't nothing to be ashamed of
Almost gave up
But I'm solid
Yeah, I'm straight
Time to level up and dominate
Going for the dub, checkmate
You motherfuckers can't relate
That's why you can't fuck with me
Young ghetto boy from the SBC
Central Coast, GLPE
805 be the area
Causing mass hysteria
We gotta stay battle ready
Steady
Packing heavy
Anytime we can get popped like confetti
Catch me in your dreams like Freddy
Jason and his machete
Confronted by none, hated by many
A storm of enemies growing deadly
Bitch, don't test me
If you ain't with me, you're against me
Shady
Mark of the beast
You won't forget me
Can't you see?
You can't fuck with me
Can't you see?
I'm a young G
Don't fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
Speak my mind
Put my heart into these beats
Raised in fogtown, cruising these Cali streets
War like Afghan, there ain't no peace
Run like athletes
When we see the police
The crime rate will only increase
A chosen life full of sacrifice
The old me is dead and gone
Rest In Paradise
Stare in my eyes
See within
Born to sin
Mix my juice with gin
Can't you see?
I do it for my kin
Un Mexicano with light brown skin
I'm the real deal boy, I'm legit
You wanna bite my stylo
You is counterfeit
There's a thin line between love and hate
Boy, I'm past that shit
Can't you see?
You can't fuck with me
Can't you see?
I'm a young G
Don't fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
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Writer(s): Jafeth Ayala
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