Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C2G , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C2G |
| Its the illness going on |
| Yo Shatek hit me |
| Y-Young |
| Youngn' Restless |
| Joe Crack |
| Strong Armin', T. S |
| Patterson, B-X |
| Hold UP! |
| Boy, look what you done started now |
| Ain’t no stopping this or calming it down |
| Don’t let me catch one of you fools out of bounds |
| Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave |
| Man, look what you done started now |
| Ain’t no stopping this or calming it down |
| Don’t let me catch one of you fools out of bounds |
| Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave |
| Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred |
| Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient |
| Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him |
| Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation |
| Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging |
| Shit ain’t no longer the same, your own niggas be hatin' |
| Can’t see another brother succeed |
| So you backstab 'em just to see how long he’ll bleed |
| But I’m a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man |
| That’s why I’m scarred up on both hands |
| And never love a bitch, hell naw I can’t trust a bitch |
| Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that’s the way you thug a bitch |
| It’s how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage |
| And I’m just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) |
| Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage |
| And I’m just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y’all) |
| Dog I came here to prove your wackness |
| Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards |
| This is hardcore, ain’t no acoustic classic |
| Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet |
| Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission |
| I’m handling mine, occupation scramble and grind |
| Stop your facing, shank you with knives |
| You’re missing a born soldier, operation declined |
| I’m like a optician, with a vision to shine |
| A hundred steps ahead of y’all, ain’t no getting behind |
| Say what I choose cause I done payed my dues |
| Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather |
| I learned to survive through the hatred and lies |
| That’s why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise |
| And believe me dog we ain’t scared, hope you came prepared |
| Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don’t play fair |
| B-X, T. S |
| Ya heard me? |
| Youngn' Rest |
| Uh, yo, yo |
| Gear up, you need to fear us |
| One false move and get paw-pierced up |
| Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club |
| Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood |
| You wish us to hell cause we too real |
| Selling two mills and still ain’t afraid to pull steal |
| Ready Rock ain’t concerned with y’all |
| I’m too big too strong for y’all |
| And I came too long for y’all, ya heard Pun |
| Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls |
| Heard you niggas want it with us, a fatal mistake |
| Been blazing the game since niggas fourth-aides |
| Crack is king, man the city is mine |
| And I ain’t got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+ |
| Here’s the real deal homie, stakes is high |
| Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker) |