Bone a fide

All you rappers gonna wish I never got in the game Cuz when I get my first hit, everything fina change The whips and slang, medallions on yo platinum chains From the art of spitting to darn near...

Strap up the boots, I'm ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camo I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general Call shots like I'm Joe Bonanno, what, The West is back...

I'm trying to change this music, my nizzle It's official, I'm tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle when gangstas pull out they pistols I'm like money trying to get in the middle and settle...

Growing up we didn't have much I still remember mom in the welfare line Pops on the corner slanging flowers trying to make a dime Hustling hard, working beyond a nine to five Praying somebody stop but...

See I was only 16 such a tender age A young seed leaving my home in search of ghetto fame Mom's begging me to stay, crying but yo I gotta make it on my own now I'm tired of hustling, plus I'm almost...

You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla Stacking that skrilla in a legal way Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San...

Tenemos que cambiar nuestras formas de pensar Como lo hemos hecho en el pasado no lo podemos hacer en el futuro Que vamos hacer, estamos listos para perder a esta generacion A la corrupcion de...

Why can't yall leave me alone Man seem like everybody be judging me Talking behind my back, faking the smiles then hugging me Pointing fingers hating jealous of my success praying for my downfall...

[Chorus] I show ya how to do it now homie, 'cause it's ok Got the Spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I'm trying to make a change...

And so know this, we will not stop until every Ghetto Project, barrio and Burro is reached and their conscious is raised through this Hip-Hop movement The day is here, now we can raise our hands and...