*(Swoop G talking)*

Mobb shit bitch, I guess all them raps in my notebook finally paid off

Testimonies of a gangsta. 9-7

Verse 1*(2 Scoops)*

Won't fantasize, I despise a nigga

Who violate the game, by casting dirt upon my name

Cuz I've been summoned from the valleys of hell

At the same time them shells dropped them niggas fell

You claim you ballin but I can't tell

About your bitch you fit

Now you can't afford bail

Like I dispose of toilet paper, I dispose of them fists

You can't fuck wit this Mobb-sider so keep biting yo lip

Niggas wanna see me lose but ain't no room for error

Finally got a thick bitch, now you scared to share her

There's a coward among us I detect his scent

I won't point no fingers nigga, but I said what I meant

Ain't no snitches from my streets, Crestside come wit slugs

Nigga wash, Tide and Bleach can't fade this thug

Give it up

Live it up playa expose your heart

At my best I rip flesh like a Great White shark

That's real

Po-po raids and barricades can't stop us

As a child I begged Santa for AK's and choppers

In the Bay I must pray for the municipal jury

There's no way man can survive the decent of my fury

I married Nina Ross

Cuz she's my hoodrat pal

We got engaged the day I pulled her out that bathroom towel

I be ridin on that highway to heaven cuz I paid the toll

It costed more than a dollar so I gave my soul

The pain from my past it can't be disguised

I been baptized in fire, watch the flames in my eyes

Nigga

2 Scoops assembling soldiers they ride in unison

PD's got APB's out for all us hooligans

The dirt I've done I'd be willing to do again

There's a long list of bitch ass niggas I'd love to shoot again

Mama raised me well wakin up to them grits

Kept it real, and made all the playas praise my shit

Got discovered like a fossil or the secret of the ooze

I had to steal because I refused to wear them Payless shoes

Teacher told me she'll be back in a minute

I think she knows

My Optimus Prime lunch pale

Got twamp sacks in it

I'm gettin suspicious

Niggas

They askin too many questions

They know my New Port 100's be my prized possessions

Streets has got these niggas heartless

They ain't got no manners

When we run out of chronic do we resort to the bammers

Sometimes I wonder why my mama don't approve of me

Humiliated by the fact that her son's a G

Heaven has an admission and your hearts the fee

Spotlight, would you please shine bright on me

*(Chorus- Bart)* x2

As I get violent and physical

Wit my strap to your mental

Soon as I enter the reconstruction wit this 12 guage pistol

We handle the ghostrider

We live and die through these hardcore raps

Heaven will find a way to follow us down this dark course path

Testimonies

(Swoop G talking)*

I would like to take the time out to give credit to the cities of

Frisco, Vallejo, Oakland, Sacramento for manufacturing so many talented

Niggas, and giving us money-motivated hustlas an opportunity to pursue a

Legitimate career, in this twisted game called life. I truly hope after

Hearing my album, my songs will influence my fans to reach higher, smoke

Bigger, hope for better. Don't be content wit the circumstances, because

Most of these circumstances are only temporary. Can't nobody hold you

Back from changin them. Music has given the testimonies of us gangstas a

Voice. Amen

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