JuniaT
04-12-2005, 01:49 AM
Bay's best pound 4 pound, been at it for 4 years, pulled a pac and got around
northern cali bay areaaaa... dats my stomping ground...
nowhere to turn when im found, cuzz like sony I surround
I dunno where I'm bound...cuzz I done been there and done that
I'm a dog in this game, U just another cat jack
west coast clouds part in skies through this darkness
immortal son of on slaught personified is heartless
trust me cuzzin...I aint tha one to spar with
I'm the one U call when U pack heat and need someone 2 ride wit
I stay on the comp and push these keys like Tony
Just cuzz U ain't mah enemy, it don't mean U my homie
none of u kno me, U muthafucaz is corny
aint no snow in my nose but loc this weed is stony
im higher than a muthafuca rite now, call me cockpit
still throwin bows like mosh pits, every piece is top shit
magnetic attraction of my knuckles to ya face
rite now I'm fightin a case...
that could land me 6 months in the hole for goodness sake
so don't ask why I'm quick 2 knucke up and throw em up
don't ask why I get high and drink till I'm throwin up
seeing me is harder than beating Midas at hand-to-hand
I put red dots on niggas like the flag of almighty Japan
or.. an indian man...then hit tha dank and fly like peter pan
so hot.. give tha muthafucin sun a tan....cmon son
I'll glue yur eyes to my ass so U can see where I'm coming from
this servn u 1-5-1, creepin on a come up shootin for the stars without a gun
like 'Silent Oak', your bark is muted
by Violent flows, of darkened Judas
practice & dedication got me hell raisin
leave yo ass cold shaking like an old scoliosis patient
I never been a has been
so no, I aint makin room, fuc lettin other cats in
I'm a mile above your 49 states of mind like Denver
a bronco named Junia, meaning every keystyler here mixed in a blender
dats me homie, I'm in the business with a passion, humble like assassins
and as for my niggaz... we nothin 2 fuck wit, U can only imagine
my p.o begging me on his knees 2 pursue this rappin
he want me off the streets, but I say fuck his yappin
the only thing u see me doin 'off' is the 'wall' like jackson
this nigga rite here.. spittin game glamorous
got bitches all around cali, I dunno how I handle it
pick em up from they house and make em pay 4 gas
rip the guts for 2 hours then hand em my bus pass
but it's too bad, I knew that.. the shit expired when I graduated high school
do I give a fuck? nope...lock my door up and get high fool
now i sit back...once again clouds part in skies
and upon gazing at the blue with your very eyes
you’ll see me standing above all.. as god in disguise
I lip synch for him and expose your lies
I'd be rich if I had a dollar for everytime tha homies wasted time chasin thighs
I get that money cuzzin, too many connections and ties
use to slang more white than asian rice
now I'm doin it legit smokin la and passin life
'Rewind' time and watch 'My Country' 'Destroy & Rebuild' again n again
U can never feel my pain, it traces back to 3000 years of sin
born loser but im bound to win
from my up bringing in tha west to my dark skin
now let's begin...get a map and pick a place man
whether its the murder of the capital of the world
or the suburbs of the bay man
ive been to every scenery stackin scrilla that greenery
wit a big team behind me providin machinery
been thru hundreds of enemies
been shot at, lost a cuzzin and 3 homies to this misery
it's simply visible that i got the mentality...of a muthafucin soldier
a major factor without a soul smokin pounds of that dosia
me and my homie mary jane, we reppin northern killafornia
grew from the concrete, never was raised
struggle amonst a dying breed
confused & dazed
we sip brew for dayz
u will be amazed.. the way we get payed
but hey..we still trapped in a circle, the devil made us roll in tight binds
that's why we seperate, segregate, try to fight sides
it's Junia cryin out lord, im tryin 2 find signs
young & restless cuzz I kno any day I might die
these streets gone end up killin me
i hope u don't call just yet cuzz i aint goin willingly
i aint done yet, i got some more to accomplish
no more tryin 2 start shit, im tryin 2 buy shit
all i see is money dreams and actually lovin a fly bitch
i dunno what love means, i never felt it
these hood rats dunno any better and every bit of love ive had i kept it
held it..deep within the heart of mine
and when its time 2 release..best believe im blastin it like the nine of mine
and thats it, thats that and the end of the story
a tale of murder, drugs, dirt and the fight for glory
puffin la till im high.. ride & get low
hustle and come up till I die... this is all I know !!!!!!!
Edit : Moved it from general stuff to here
northern cali bay areaaaa... dats my stomping ground...
nowhere to turn when im found, cuzz like sony I surround
I dunno where I'm bound...cuzz I done been there and done that
I'm a dog in this game, U just another cat jack
west coast clouds part in skies through this darkness
immortal son of on slaught personified is heartless
trust me cuzzin...I aint tha one to spar with
I'm the one U call when U pack heat and need someone 2 ride wit
I stay on the comp and push these keys like Tony
Just cuzz U ain't mah enemy, it don't mean U my homie
none of u kno me, U muthafucaz is corny
aint no snow in my nose but loc this weed is stony
im higher than a muthafuca rite now, call me cockpit
still throwin bows like mosh pits, every piece is top shit
magnetic attraction of my knuckles to ya face
rite now I'm fightin a case...
that could land me 6 months in the hole for goodness sake
so don't ask why I'm quick 2 knucke up and throw em up
don't ask why I get high and drink till I'm throwin up
seeing me is harder than beating Midas at hand-to-hand
I put red dots on niggas like the flag of almighty Japan
or.. an indian man...then hit tha dank and fly like peter pan
so hot.. give tha muthafucin sun a tan....cmon son
I'll glue yur eyes to my ass so U can see where I'm coming from
this servn u 1-5-1, creepin on a come up shootin for the stars without a gun
like 'Silent Oak', your bark is muted
by Violent flows, of darkened Judas
practice & dedication got me hell raisin
leave yo ass cold shaking like an old scoliosis patient
I never been a has been
so no, I aint makin room, fuc lettin other cats in
I'm a mile above your 49 states of mind like Denver
a bronco named Junia, meaning every keystyler here mixed in a blender
dats me homie, I'm in the business with a passion, humble like assassins
and as for my niggaz... we nothin 2 fuck wit, U can only imagine
my p.o begging me on his knees 2 pursue this rappin
he want me off the streets, but I say fuck his yappin
the only thing u see me doin 'off' is the 'wall' like jackson
this nigga rite here.. spittin game glamorous
got bitches all around cali, I dunno how I handle it
pick em up from they house and make em pay 4 gas
rip the guts for 2 hours then hand em my bus pass
but it's too bad, I knew that.. the shit expired when I graduated high school
do I give a fuck? nope...lock my door up and get high fool
now i sit back...once again clouds part in skies
and upon gazing at the blue with your very eyes
you’ll see me standing above all.. as god in disguise
I lip synch for him and expose your lies
I'd be rich if I had a dollar for everytime tha homies wasted time chasin thighs
I get that money cuzzin, too many connections and ties
use to slang more white than asian rice
now I'm doin it legit smokin la and passin life
'Rewind' time and watch 'My Country' 'Destroy & Rebuild' again n again
U can never feel my pain, it traces back to 3000 years of sin
born loser but im bound to win
from my up bringing in tha west to my dark skin
now let's begin...get a map and pick a place man
whether its the murder of the capital of the world
or the suburbs of the bay man
ive been to every scenery stackin scrilla that greenery
wit a big team behind me providin machinery
been thru hundreds of enemies
been shot at, lost a cuzzin and 3 homies to this misery
it's simply visible that i got the mentality...of a muthafucin soldier
a major factor without a soul smokin pounds of that dosia
me and my homie mary jane, we reppin northern killafornia
grew from the concrete, never was raised
struggle amonst a dying breed
confused & dazed
we sip brew for dayz
u will be amazed.. the way we get payed
but hey..we still trapped in a circle, the devil made us roll in tight binds
that's why we seperate, segregate, try to fight sides
it's Junia cryin out lord, im tryin 2 find signs
young & restless cuzz I kno any day I might die
these streets gone end up killin me
i hope u don't call just yet cuzz i aint goin willingly
i aint done yet, i got some more to accomplish
no more tryin 2 start shit, im tryin 2 buy shit
all i see is money dreams and actually lovin a fly bitch
i dunno what love means, i never felt it
these hood rats dunno any better and every bit of love ive had i kept it
held it..deep within the heart of mine
and when its time 2 release..best believe im blastin it like the nine of mine
and thats it, thats that and the end of the story
a tale of murder, drugs, dirt and the fight for glory
puffin la till im high.. ride & get low
hustle and come up till I die... this is all I know !!!!!!!
Edit : Moved it from general stuff to here