Done Deal (Off to See the World Stories) [feat. Kurupt, Young Buck, Joas & Beaux]

It's BUCK!

Pick the Harley up on one wheel
Told Menace I'm pulling up to Compton
It's a DONE DEAL

Cookie jars keep my lungs sealed
Bitch, it's BuckShotz
Pray to God that no ones killed
Bought the neighborhoods and gangstas out
A country nigga did it, that's something to think about

Still scrapping the ground in low lows on these broke hoes
I got rich off the shit you put in your nose
Chopper on me when I'm sliding down Melrose
Watch for the hellos, everybody don't sell those

Khaki sorts and some long socks
Still down Figueroa getting a bank roll from a known thot
I don't need yours I bought my own glock
These pussies played with my name like I'm gonna stop

I only stayed in this game cuz there's no Pac
And I'm not finished popping up a few opps

Thats how it be
When you be hustling up in the streets
Yea
We gotta eat
The only way we know
So dont blame me

If you wanna survive
You gotta show respect and loyalty
We gotta eat
The only way we know
So dont blame me

Everybody want it, but do you want to get it?
I am sick of all the niggas bull shitting
I'm sick of these bitches
I'm sick of how these bitch niggas trippin'
And how y'all give these passes to all these snitches

Neighborhood cripping
Dogg Poung Gangstas in the building
I'm treat these niggas like bitches
Thrown them to the wolves and the vultures, the hyenas and my siblings
So they can experience what they say they really living

Man, let me show you hot deep it really gets
And them I am going to show you the power of membership
One on the hip, illegal extended clip
I'm showing you niggas the power of membership
The Viking and the villain, Ritalin couldn't stop us, Adrenaline
Mind bending forensic technical chemist
One for the row, walk up and explode
I'm going to show you the power of membership
Nigga, we everywhere!

Thats how it be
When you be hustling up in the streets
Yea
We gotta eat
The only way we know
So don't blame me

If you wanna survive
You gotta show respect and loyalty
We gotta eat
The only way we know
So don't blame me

Paleta de cores quero a mala preta
Vou fazer dinheiro e sumir no radar
Roleta russa, fugi da brincadeira
Mas o sonho deles é me ver rodar

Foca só no lucro
Plano bem executado
Pra fazer acontecer
Tenho uns mano recrutado

E bater de frente
Cê sabe o resultado
Evitando tranca e trinca
Com os negócios fechado

Joga pra frente
Não é só toque de lado
O peso que carrego
Só eu sei qual é o fardo

Vacilação
Uma hora vai ser cobrado
Aí quando o bicho pega
Cê vai ver quem tá do lado

Palavra é tiro
Vocabulário bélico
Bate onde machuca
Não adianta ficar histérico

Geral assiste
Sobe um império
É que eu vim pra mudar o jogo
E quanto a isso falo sério

Thats how it be
When you be hustling up in the streets
Yea
We gotta eat
The only way we know
So don't blame me

If you wanna survive
You gotta show respect and loyalty
We gotta eat
The only way we know
So don't blame me



Credits
Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Joel Silva, Marcelo Sureira, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown
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