JDHD beats - Dumpin

Oh God it's good to hear your voice
Yeah you too, so hows things going
Ermm, well it's hard to tell you know, with all the drugs and stuff
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine straight
Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers'
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin', (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out
Drink 'til you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed
Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies
I'm dumpin'
Can you get away?
So much pressure in the air
I know, I know
And I can't get away
Just for a little while love
I'm not happy here
I know it's hard but, can you get away?
So much pressure in the air
Let's go man, get up outta there. can you get away?
And I can't get away
Do you love him?
I'm not happy here
Do you love that man?
I'm stuck in jail, the D.A.'s tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail, if I had a good attorney
Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up - I ain't trippin'
In the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin', they askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
I can't sleep! They takin' Polaroids
And I'm tryin' to use the phone, but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my Glock, cause it's major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastic in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone, that's my word
'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' co-llect calls to my ol' bitches
Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches
To all the suckers on the block, talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshit bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell
And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail
(Out on bail) You know what fuckin' time it is
I'm out on bail
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first
Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry bustin off freely
Screamin', "Fuck, all y'all niggas" in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care, of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died
Cause I'm troublesome

Written by:
DELMAR DREW ARNAUD, MICHAEL J. CLERVOIX, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, BRUCE WASHINGTON, CANEI FINCH, WILLIE SHAMELE MACKIE, CARL THOMAS, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN JR., SEAN COLE, RONALD MOORE

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