Lyrics 1st Round Draft Pick - Twinz
Cause
ain't
tellin'
when
it's
on.
Going,
Going,
Gone
you
better
raise
up
Cause
ain't
no
telling
when
it's
on.
(Straight
soldier
don't
make
me
have
to
show
ya.)
Straight
Soldier
don't
make
me
have
to
show
ya.
Chorus
(2X)
Verse
One:
Now
I'm
set,
ready
to
peel
a
cap
For
a
bas-relief
still
got
P-funk
knockin'
Out
bustin'
out
teeth,
with
the
show
that's
Boss
now
who
lost?
Told
you
over
and
over
That
it
would
cost.
Bringin'
a
crisis
to
those
who
Wanna
act
tough,
enough
is
enough
got
Your
ass
on
Q
when
I
caught'cha
bluff
Ain't
no
passes
or
freebee
you
don't
Wanna
see
me
cause
it's
worser
than
Hell
straight
from
Long
Beach.
That
Wayniac
an
Eastside
nigga
wit'
an
attitude
Quicker
than
quick
to
bust
a
cap
in
a
punk
fool.
God
damn
it's
only
right
from
the
hitman
you
Wouldn't
understand
the
way
I
think
of
my
game
Plan.
Therefore,
a
nigga
like
you
better
slow
Your
roll,
act
like
you
know
before
I
show.
The
real
deal
still
kickin'
the
shit
with
the
passion
Dangerous
psycho-manic
nigga
when
I'm
blastin'
Think
not.
Come
try
me
and
it's
on
for
life.
Cause
I'm
causin'
shattered
dreams
as
I
Kill
your
kids
and
your
wife
nigga,
so
back
Off
this
soldier
quick
cause
I'm
still
goin'
muthafucka'
The
first
round
draft
pick.
Chorus
Verse
Two:
God
damn!
Another
murder
on
the
Eastside
Six
police
cars
plus
an
undercover
G
ride
Yellow
tape
stretched
out
like
the
fuckin
freeway
Talkin
on
the
phone
to
this
bitch
on
a
three-way
She
done
got
the
scoop
on
the
shit
as
it
went
down
It's
a
homicide
youngsta'
wounded
plus
a
dead
Cop.
Niggas
gon
be
niggas
comin'
up
it's
a
must
G
fuckin'
wit'
that
bone
and
get
that
ass
put
to
Sleep
see.
Because
of
hard
times
got
us
all
On
the
jack
move
be
careful
who
you
jack
cuz
This
nigga
straight
servin'
fools.
Ain't
nothin
Poppin'
but
some
coochie
and
some
popcorn
Who
will
be
the
next
nigga
that
the
Loc
is
gonna
Have
to
warn?
It's
a
sad
case
then
life
is
fucked
Up,
set
killin'
set
that's
how
the
shit
is
summed
up
Be
careful
where
you
goin'
certain
places
that
You
ride
cuz
right
about
now
it's
gettin'
crucial
On
the
Eastside
Chorus
Verse
Three:
Waitin'
for
the
roll
call
to
begin
ya'
thought
it
would
End
but
it's
not
still
tearin'em
limb
from
limb,
gangsta
Stroll
when
I
T-roll
gotta
put
a
hole
unless
I'm
ready
To
unload
and
take
a
soul.
Flashbacks
on
my
Younger
days
still
got
me
fazed
but
like
they
say
Nothin'
seems
to
amaze.
Cuz
you
have
to
be
a
Street
wise
nigga
to
peep
the
game,
watch
the
aim
Cuz
the
bullet
don't
carry
a
name.
And
it
might
be
The
cops
who
take
pop
at
a
young
black
nigga
Gettin'
his
props,
no
doubt
it.
Cuz
it's
been
done
Before
so
here's
a
quiz
if
you
don't
die
you
go
to
Court
your
word
against
his.
Fucked
up
but
that's
The
justice
and
the
peace
the
matter's
in
my
hands
I
know
how
to
make
it
cease.
Grab
my
reasons
And
keep'em
quiet,
cuz
I
know
damn
well
that
they
Don't
wanna
see
another
riot.
Uncontrollable
when
I
Get
it
goin'
you
push
the
button
of
a
nigga
that
keeps
It
flowin,
daily.
Can't
stop,
won't
stop,
and
I
won't
Quit,
signing
off
muthafuckas
from
the
first
round
draft
Pick.
Chorus
(3X)
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