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    "The Circle" Lyrics

    Clika One

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    Chorus: G Money
    I'll always
    Spit this gangsta shit
    I'm always
    G'd up gansterish
    I'll always
    Have a gangsta bitch
    That loves my gangsta ways
    Now and ever

    (Verse 1)
    Some call me a dreamer
    And it seems it's very hard to achieve 'em
    Some say it's impossible
    I find that hard to believe
    See, I was starvin' with this hunger
    To sharpen my steez
    We all came up from a circle
    Surrounded by G's
    Fully equipped
    Money, drugs, bullets and bitches
    Everything I ever wanted
    I would hustle to get it
    Bustin' my knuckles on punk motherfuckers that wanted to chunk 'em
    Bullshit ain't nothin' til someone says says somethin' to someone
    Ain't have it
    Grabbin' the heater, peelin' the hammer back
    Don't look so happy to see me when I come blastin' back
    I counterattack
    On coward ass rappers
    Who can't even rap, but can act
    Y'all still need practice
    My story is told and sold in the slums and street corners
    Bangin' beats full of funk, you bums are sleepin' on us
    Ill just keep those names anonymous
    Keep away from y'all piranhas, always biting and shit
    And my so-called homeboys, they didn't even buy my shit
    While my motherfuckin' haters still alive for it
    It's the L to the O-B-O in the low, low-minded for 'sho
    Armani cologne with some barbershop
    Crop to get blown

    [Bad Boy]
    Don't approach me dude, I'm not in the mood
    I'm fightin' the mind
    And if I lose, I'll be out of my noose
    I left school just to ride with the crew
    Lighting a few
    Tryin' to do, whatever lies, tries in my cube
    I'm not you, so you can't be me
    I'm M.V.P
    You ain't scarin' nobody with your M.V.P.'s
    I'm high grade
    The ice alone zippin' in the crave
    To pop's grave, and I put that on life, I will not change
    I'm the same cat
    Witness the power of the brain cat
    Only the wise willin' to stare me when I say that
    Only the light will ever teach me what the brain can't
    The only prize can say for the same man
    My name tat'
    It's all related to the same crap
    I know I'm not a killer
    And I don't intend to change that
    Don't make me have to bring the game back
    You fuck around and get your plates tapped
    Or get your plates capped

    Break: Romero
    We all came up from a circle, surrounded by G's
    Dealers and ballers
    Prey parts from your dreams
    All in a circle
    All of our anger, all of our verses
    All for one purpose
    To be this mob that will hurt you

    (Verse 2)
    The way I grew up was rough
    My big homies was my circle
    Used to have to box with 'em, til my knuckles turned purple
    But they gave me game at a very young age, so I'd survive
    That's real
    It's no lie, it's cause of them, I'm still alive
    They showed me to be cold, inhumane and crude
    The knowledge obtained in the streets wasn't explained in school
    Like how to use
    Game as a tool 'gainst some fool the same as you
    From the
    Flame and the fuel, provin' there's no change in rules
    They were here before you came
    They gon' be here when you leave
    Silly game won't ever change that, so players, please believe
    Hate's like a disease, it can't be treated or cured
    Unless you take heed to my word, that's why I need to be heard
    I need the whole world to listen up
    And pay attention
    To the lesson I'm about to teach your ass, class in session
    Welcome to How-To-Keep-It-Real 101
    First thing's keep a steal
    Never leave without your gun
    Trust no one cause no one there should be trusted
    Seen the hardest fool, and they can't permit, when they got busted
    Never let your gun get rusted, bust, then make sure to clean it
    You don't want that shit to jam, understand, man, I mean it
    Throw a condom on your penis, before you decide to hit it
    When it comes to the AIDS, if she's got it, trust me, you'll get it
    If I said it, I meant it
    And I hope you learn something
    Like to you soldiers with no stripes, it's time to earn something

    I pull my life
    Right out on the page
    Read, "Dawg
    These are my days"
    Criminal ways, they got us criminal cases
    We gots to hold gauges and smoke O's, ain't no changes
    We in the motherfuckin' same place
    With the same thugs
    Same gangstas, the same drugs
    It ain't no secret where we from, this Click to the One
    Circle of guns
    Sicker than fuck, looking for any funds
    We spit this shit in front of everyone, every word
    Is meant
    How I said it, son
    You motherfuckers
    Ain't ready for it, but here it comes
    This shit is thicker than one
    Cause all my dawgs sleep in the same slums
    Doing licks with the same guns
    And we ain't ready to run
    The game is all, but a game to some
    The game is fun
    Until your brains laying out in the sun
    You motherfuckers need to stay calm
    You see what happens to fools
    That was talking, they getting bombed on

    [G Money]
    I'm always
    G'd up gangsterish
    I'm always
    Kickin' this gangsta shit
    I'm a always
    Have a gangsta bitch
    That love my gangsta ways
    Now and ever
    And that
    Is that gangsta shit
    At last
    It's that L.V. shit (L.V. shit)
    At last
    It's that Mexican click
    That love my
    Gangsta ways
    Now and ever
    At last
    It's Mexican shit
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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