Allen Iverson - "40 bars" lyrics

[Iverson] For the year 2G the rap game change for one name Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated You went platinum wit a ghost writer, so in the game you won you cheated You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it (*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it My slang bang when you need it Anything to do wit millions I'ma be wit it Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest Never mistake me for a fake MC In my guess y'all useless, just talkin music You got the wrong idea nigga I'm CT fool Get murdered in a second in the first degree You'll be sleepin where the maggots be Come to me wit faggot tendacies Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef actually Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime but when it's on I raise first automatically Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty Ten Bentleys in one line Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water One luv to the ol school niggaz Even the ones that tried to blaze us They in the jail tryin to raise us Y'all slobbin I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage but couldn't even graze us See dem bitch azz niggaz y'all killin don't amaze us (DIS MY NIGGA JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SHIT) Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches VA's finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall midgets I know killaz that kill for a fee that'll kill yo' ass for free, believe me Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie How you wanna die fast or slowly' I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me All the hardcore niggas know me Takin anything that's rightfully mines Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherfucker Physique crew, thick designs wit jewels that shine all the time Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don't live that long got niggas hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK JUST FORTY FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!! YO!!