Lyrics Blood Sport - Montana of 300
Cash
got
a
bag
of
beats
Cash
got
a
bag-
Kill
or
be
killed,
blood
drippin'
from
the
lion's
hair
Was
one
of
many
kids
in
the
project
just
like
a
science
fair
If
you
think
you
reap
what
you
sew
then
you
think
life
is
fair
You
tryna
reach
the
top,
what
if
Satan's
waits
at
the
highest
stair?
Don't
let
desires
get
you
fired,
shit'll
have
you
sinnin'
The
thirst
for
money
and
these
bitches
that's
what
got
you
in
it
The
nigga
that's
supposed
to
have
your
back
might
stab
you
in
it
Be
mad
you
winnin'
when
they're
seein'
all
this
cash
you
gettin'
Had
iron
when
I
met
wit'
clients,
I
ain't
gettin'
robbed
Always
kept
that
stick
when
I
served
'em
just
like
a
shish
kabob
Caught
three
pistol
cases,
still
ready
if
ever
it's
a
prob'
Refuse
to
get
on
top
and
start
slippin',
shit,
that's
how
Bishop
died
The
same
ones
that'll
snitch
usually
Be
the
same
ones
that's
quick
to
ride
Loyal
in
them
streets,
But
when
in
that
system
then
they
switchin'
sides
Squad
was
pumpin'
gas
on
the
Ave,
but
I
had
a
different
drive
And
I
know
life
is
short,
so
I'm
hustlin'
on
a
different
time
Lyrics
changed
my
life,
had
to
work
and
master
this
gift
from
God
You
wanna
open
doors?
Then
it's
you
that
gotta
go
twist
the
knob
Never
lookin'
down
on
my
niggas,
I'm
'bout
upliftin'
minds
I
gotta
talk
to
'em
and
school
'em
(like
I'm
the
intercom)
Face
your
biggest
fears
and
your
demons,
that's
how
them
villains
die
O.G.
gettin'
high
as
a
kite
while
me
and
my
sister
cried
Livin'
in
the
'jects,
dreams
of
bustin'
loose
like
we
Richard
Pryor
They
don't
know
the
son,
let
'em
criticize,
I'm
here
to
rise
Made
it
on
my
own,
shit,
I
even
made
it
against
the
odds
From
shootin'
out
the
windows
of
rentals
I
got
from
Enterprise
To
pushups
in
that
county
while
prayin'
I
don't
get
prison
time
I
seen
some
famous
rappers
unhappy,
I'm
glad
I
didn't
sign
I
come
from
the
bottom,
nigga,
now
I'm
livin'
comfortably
Moved
mama
out
the
hood,
But
she
went
back
'cause
she
too
fuckin'
street
Still
thankful
to
be
able
to
wake
up
to
my
dream
I'd
never
trade
it
or
my
bros,
no,
I
stuck
with
my
team
Just
bought
a
brand
new
ning-ding,
that
bitch
come
with
a
beam
And
if
it's
snakes
up
in
my
grass,
they
gettin'
cut
from
the
team
My
money
taller
than
Jabbar
'cause
I
put
up
my
Kareem
Your
hand
out
because
you
broke,
rappers
up
in
a
sling
I
swear
I
never
been
a
ball
hog,
can't
lead
a
game
with
no
assists
Welcome
to
the
world
where
karma's
dead
and
fairness
don't
exist
And
if
you
still
have
life,
go
fight
that
fight
until
it's
over
with
Your
brain
is
a
gift,
you
can't
use
it
unless
you
open
it
Learn
your
enemy,
you
can't
counter
if
you
don't
know
his
tricks
I
know
you
have
a
plan
for
the
glory,
but
do
you
know
the
risk?
I
hope
you
drivin'
through
life
With
caution,
because
that
road
is
slick
My
squad
look
like
a
hockey
team,
everybody
holdin'
sticks
We
ain't
takin'
losses,
like
a
chauffer,
we
got
dough
to
get
Your
bitch
know
I'm
lit,
I
could
turn
her
to
the
coldest
bitch
She
on
my
drip,
she
blew
my
top,
I
been
had
sauce
like
Open
Pit
I
am
of
no
religion,
God
himself,
that's
who
I'm
rollin'
with
You
know
that
I'm
good
with
this,
the
others
don't
come
close
to
this
They
said
I
got
it
hands
down
'cause
I
snap
like
a
broken
wrist
God
over
y'all,
this
is
facts,
not
a
thesis
He
can
rip
rappers
to
pieces,
and
plus
he
heals
and
he
teaches
Don't
take
the
kindness
for
weakness,
Your
closest
friends
could
be
leeches
Share
lots
of
money
with
niggas,
let
'em
see
racks
like
it's
cleavage
Watch
how
you
cross
me,
oh
yes,
You
will
get
nailed
down
like
you
Jesus
Get
wet
for
sure
like
the
beaches,
Talk
tough
until
you
left
speechless
(Uh
huh)
Think
shit
a
game
'til
someone's
Dead,
I
used
to
teach
lessons
in
bloodshed
You
don't
wanna
hear
what
my
gun
said,
I
will
give
you
a
taste
'til
your
tongues
red
I
used
to
put
cash
in
my
mattress,
I
was
sleepin'
on
stacks
like
a
bunk
bed
Used
to
flex
for
the
birds
'cause
they
love
Bread,
salsa
walk
and
be
ready,
don't
run
scared
Reminiscin'
on
friends
from
the
Trenches,
I
got
some
up
in
jail,
I
got
some
dead
And
all
'cause
I
knew
where
the
slums
Lead,
I
put
more
options
in
my
son's
head
Don't
let
losses
of
life
ever
lynch
You,
I
don't
wanna
see
you
with
a
hung
head
Gotta
keep
your
head
up
through
them
dark
Times,
can't
be
walkin'
around
like
the
sun's
dead
To
feel
that
wind,
I
was
walkin'
through
that
cold
Blood,
sweat
and
tears
waterin'
the
garden
of
my
soul
The
hardest
with
the
flows,
targetin'
my
goals
Believin'
in
myself
and
never
bargainin'
my
soul
God!
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