Tupacquiao - ain't nothing but a...
• Written by 2pacquiao-the-hero
[CHORUS]
Well ain't this great?
All my homies holding skulls.
Blood all over the thugs mansion.
We have our own bible.
Spreading the gospel news.
Just relaxing in the 7 room ghetto.
Chilling with my heavy.
Shooting rounds into the sky.
Laughing and raving.
Ain't nothing but a gangstas party.
[VERSES]
Listening to gangster music.
Rapping and spitting truth.
We don't give a fuck.
The police won't come near us.
Too busy causing racism.
That's why we got bones buried.
Look outside in the back yard.
Basically a cop fuckin' cemetery.
So if you popo wanna crash this.
You better bring a mofo' army.
The badge means nothing to a gun.
If you're smart you'd stay away.
The smart ones decide to live and run.
So why don't you stick to cherry picking?
You red and blue motherfucking bum.
No cop will live to tell the tale.
I'll just peel you're cap back with my glock.
Music blasting the loudest it can go.
Listen you ain't got no self respect.
I don't party with no scumbag hoe.
You're no challenge I don't go that low.
You think the neighbours are gonna report us?
A family member will be going missing every day.
Us thugs don't die we motherfucking multiply.
When we question you it's stupid to say why.
Just answer everything we mofo' ask.
We'd do anything to accomplish the task.
Partying with bloody handprints.
You're names under every one.
Body parts for decorations in my home.
Take my advice motherfuckers.
Lock every door and board up the windows.
I'd make sure that I was never on my own.
Fuck gangs and weapons.
Who's the hardest one out of you?
I'll fight the big boy athiest.
Watch them all back down.
You're no real gangster.
Fucking muppet of a G puppet.
You're just our fuckin' Guinea pig wanker.
Everyone loosing there balls.
There minds are going blank.
Hearts are too scarred to recover.
Skulls for lampshades.
Drinking blood like fuckin' vampires.
Taking the party onto the street.
Setting houses alight with fires.
Cars now all flamed up.
Windows and fencies smashed to peices.
Destroying everything we see.
Taking everything people love.
No motherfucker will stop me.
I'll blow apart you're head with a automatic shotty.
The government won't relax.
The police can't remain calm.
The army wants me dead.
Mafias have a motherfucking price on my head.
I'll chop you up and send you somewhere in peices.
Partying with you're dead body's.
Using them as fucking punch bags or something.
Eating you're flesh like a mofo' cannibal.
I'll tell you one thing motherfuckers.
You don't wanna fuck with this motherfucking animal!
[CHORUS]
Well ain't this great?
All my homies holding skulls.
Blood all over the thugs mansion.
We have our own bible.
Spreading the gospel news.
Just relaxing in the 7 room ghetto.
Chilling with my heavy.
Shooting rounds into the sky.
Laughing and raving.
Ain't nothing but a gangstas party.
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2pacquiao-the-hero
Member since November 8 2017