40 Bars Lyrics - Singles - Allen Iverson

[Iverson] 

For the year 2G the rap game change for one name 

Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane 

Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated 

You went platinum wit a ghost writer, 

so in the game you won you cheated 

My slang bang when you need it 

You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it 

(*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it 

Anything to do wit millions I'ma be wit it 

Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest 

In my guess y'all useless, just talkin music 

Never mistake me for a fake MC 

You got the wrong idea nigga I'm CT fool 

Get murdered in a second in the first degree 

Come to me wit faggot tendacies 

You'll be sleepin where the maggots be 

Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef actually 

but when it's on I raise first automatically 

Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty 

Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime 

Ten Bentleys in one line 

Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines 

Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate 

Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water 

Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders 

One luv to the ol school niggaz 

They in the jail tryin to raise us 

Even the ones that tried to blaze us 

but couldn't even graze us 

See dem bitch azz niggaz y'all killin don't amaze us 

Y'all slobbin I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage 

(DIS MY NIGGA JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS 

YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SHIT) 

Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches 

I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches 

VA's finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches 

die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall midgets 

I know killaz that kill for a fee 

that'll kill yo' ass for free, believe me 

How you wanna die fast or slowly? 

Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie 

I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me 

All the hardcore niggas know me 

I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherfucker 

Takin anything that's rightfully mines 

Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines 

Physique crew, thick designs 

wit jewels that shine all the time 

Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique 

Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat 

die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street 

Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born 

but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don't live that long 

but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong 

got niggas hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song 

THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK 

JUST FORTY FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!! 

YO!!