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Da Shootaz - Grand Theft Auto
Hotel, downtown, speeding all around An ak-47 got the power in it's barrels
To move any mother that gets in my way, Just another power machine on the freeway
Riding with me is my mc homeboy Knowing the rules ain't part of his program
Finding tha right way around this map Might be pretty hard 'cause he's *** on crack
G-grand theft auto You gotta make a mark to move where you want to
T-theft Determination to steal what you can and run from the nation
A-hey, what do ya say? We automate the sequence and speed for my getaway
Ticket to the edge is nowhere to hide, And call up the boy. let's go for a joyride [x2]
Stop tha violence from the police You know my dad used to say but now he's deceased
He got caught in a jam, threw in the can When the cops from brooklyn said he killed another man
Seek knowledge was my main game To figure out the the law, to figure out the frame
Just when i thought i knew justice A cop behind me said
You just been busted
NYPD
LAPD
SFPD
Don't *** with me
There's a hit alone that's shown to blow and prone to rock a party
managed to reach shorty on the thorne made like al capone
scored a bag a sensi, stack it on a bone it's well known to blow brothers 'till they're ***
lifted and gifted, let's see how i live shiftin' mad bricks
nothing else to do, life was full of nothing went by toute suite to earn myself a dollar,
tried to sell some trips to nickelzen and fawnda, i wouldn't touch that, leave me with my skunk,
the only tracks i want is hardcore bass, that's funk [unknown]'s just a rock, it can take a jump,
and when i shoot my shot, it's a .22 ya punk.
i don't have much of this life, it's the cess that keeps me from losing my head,
in this world which we live in in strife, you got to give me one more jay just to settle my stress
i don't have much of this life, it's the cess that keeps me from losing my head,
in this world which we live in in strife, you got to give me one more jay just to settle my stress
ice, crack, angel, dust and prozac don't get me nice like bucket full of cess, mac
yo, wordwrite! You think you some kind of gta assassin?
the word is bond you ain't never gonna blame me, son
i get open like sesame you ain't never gonna test me
so pleeeeeease-ah
so you think you are a good fella, then, fella get the hell out of town
... So get down
with my space-age telekinesis so please hit the deck
more front than a heathen with the big white teeth, yeah when i kiss them in the central nervous system
cos' i'm robert de *** you can't *** with my mind
gta get's high-5 this formidable child is gonna blow your console