Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

[Verse 1] 

To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided 

Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch 

And I can't forget 

My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted 

Thermals under that Pelle shit 

I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit 

And I'm proud of it 

Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it 

Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it 

I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget 

I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public 

More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker 

Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer 

Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors 

I seen it all through the Range tints 

Got niggas doing life in the state pen 

So I dread like Jamaicans 

If I die for one of my statements 

Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement 

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[Hook] 

Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up 

Talking that shit like they goin lay me down 

And then I come through strapped to see what's up 

Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal 

Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up 

Talking that shit like they goin lay me down 

And then I come through strapped to see what's up 

Niggas really don't know parts of me pal 

[Verse 2] 

Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write 

I want my unsigned hype 

Like Kanye want his five mics 

Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike 

To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels 

Let's roll 

Through the city of god 

Where LA niggas train to kill 

Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will 

For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie 

Dre we to close aint no turning back homie 

Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years 

Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah 

Let me paint this picture 

While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah 

I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier 

Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear 

And every nigga who ever helped me get here 

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[Hook] 

Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up 

Talking that shit like they gon lay me down 

And when I come through strapped to see what's up 

Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal 

Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up 

Talking that shit like they gon lay me down 

And when I come through strapped to see what's up 

Niggas really don't know parts of me pal 

[Verse 3] 

One brick, two brick 

The boy moving weight 

Now three bricks, four bricks 

I'm driving upstate 

Five Bricks, six bricks 

The nigga got cake 

Not rap money, but money been rap since '88 

Look at the world we live in 

Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch 

Leave him chopped up like freddy's face 

Niggas catching feelings 

Cause I'm about millions 

And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest 

You a close second nigga, 

A banana to a guerilla 

Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'em 

The best of both worlds 

Rapping and drug dealing 

Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village 

The head honcho, staring out the third story window 

Of my Beverly Hills condo 

With two long ass heats 

I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo 

You niggas want me outta L.A. 

Yeah I know 

[Hook] 

Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up 

Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down 

And when I come through strapped to see what's up 

Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal 

Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up 

Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down 

And when I come through strapped to see what's up 

Niggas really don't know parts of me pal