Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltratedMama told me I'm too relatedBy niggas I'm often hatedThe reefer keeps me sedatedI've waded through life's shadowsFighting personal battlesKillin' snitches who tattleI slaughter bitches like cattlePlacin' 'em on a hit listNever leaving a witnessOnly the real niggas will understand when I spit thisWatch me handle my bidnissIn a Gambino fashionI kiss a fool when I kill 'emHomicide with a passionNow he's missing in actionHis body buried in VegasMade niggas done paid usWe kill for Mafia wagesRead my murderous pagesTravel through different stagesDiscovering my descendants been homicidal for agesProving death is contagiousThe reaper won't let 'em stop itSince it's comin' regardless, I might as well buck fo' profitSplit with my glock and drop itLeaving his body bloatedLeft an ounce on the scene, now they figure dope was the motivePurchase plastic explosivesHook it to yo' ignition(?)Bury(?) on recognitionAre found in the foetal positionKillin' my competitionStimulates my ambitionMy mission's to look at fission'While cooking key's in my kitchen(Chorus x4)(Death Before Dishonesty)The penalty for crossin' meIs inside of meUsing weapons I'm goin' at 'emI refuse to loose the game, I play it like chessMind full of strategies, street soldiers get put to restCrossing enemy lines, to find specific pushesI'm a paid ghetto mercenary walkin' through ambushesConfusing opponentsEscaping traps like WhoodiniShow 'em that a G can lead an army like MusaliniForeign minister signing an order that I should be capturedThen they found the fool assassinated just moments afterSee my objective, is to conquer the whole regimeAnd take the art of terrorism to the fullest extremeSpies from other nationsSharing their informationUsing Pit Bulls to implement interrogationGovernment regulationsKillin's my occupationFederal judges murdered wit' blood from AIDS patientsBiological weaponsPlay at your own riskA mind full of terrorYour nuttiest scientistDo you wanna ride with me?Come and ride to the other sideKeepin' yo' grip up in the air as I guide youBuckin' on motherfuckersMe and my pistol; best friends wippin' on you suckers(CHORUS x4)Live and die for money, I hustle 'till the sirens comeSlangin' ounces out of my weight housesDrinkin' 2 for 1'sPlenty gunsHoes makin' runs to get cooking utensilsMy credentials a glock automatic stamped with my initialsNickel plated pistols for workers slangin' yay-yo for meBrought 'em all down from a different townDon't none of my workers know meIf you owe me and livin' cozy, be prepared to enterYour daughters school and find her missin' from the day-care centerHow can you murder a killa'?I refuse to dieNiggas be plotting and schemingOn my drug supplyWitness a murder recitalFlippin' murderous pagesRippin' out organs that's vitalWith killa' 12 gaugesHow can you murder a demon, whose heart never skips a beat?You better wake up, you dreamin', come see me where the gangsters meetNothing can save you from loosing all that you've come to cherishSo be prepared to go, yo, it's time to perishChemicals alter my brainWhen I drain it's strangeSome say the game can make you change when you havin' thangsI'm a G You a GSo fo' you and meBefore they take us off this EarthIt's Death Before Dishonesty(CHORUS x4)
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