Lyrics Game Krossed - Mr. Shadow

Game Krossed

*Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
*Talkin*
Let’s do this shit
*Talkin*
Snapper you got the guage
*Talkin*
Capone-E, let’s ride da de da da
Do you wanna mob wit Gs
SouthSide Academy
I’m from the Academy of Hard Knocks
Felons wit Glocks, attitude fuck it when I see them cops
Pop, my mothafuckin heater, for concussion
Destruction, the beginin sequel of Criminals
On war paths, aftermath, combat, platinum tracks, fuck rap rat-ta-tat-tat
Always strappin like that, so back the fuck up cause Capone’s gonna bust
Locked up like a G, fuck my enemies
Straight parole from the streets
Fuck you, and fuck peace
I got my soldiers at ease, from the SurSide Academy
You’re gonna get what you’re gonna get
Mothafucka you got nothin to gain
You can’t fuck wit these same Gangsta Bergade
Now tel mel, who’s your mothafuckin problem
Straight gangsta mobbin, SouthSide
Do you wanna mob wit Gs
SouthSide Academy
I’m another SouthSide Academist, pharmacist, graduate
World’s most dangerous, Hi-jack you like a terrorist
Yeah, keep you hostage for ransom
And if you wanna act up I’ll do you like Manson
Charles, with no fuckin morals
Leave your tongue on your lap straight chrippin like a squirell
Now your heart starts to clout
Lil Dreamer mothafucka and we don’t stop
Ha ha ha, and the saga continues
Servin ya platinum so check your menus
Sent you, a weed note with a threat
Negelect, reject this note, post up and get wet
Follow me, follow me, follow me to the depths of hell
Bailin out, killin devils, burnin down church bells
In jails, all correctional facilities
Mr. Capone-E a graduate from the Academy
Do you wanna mob wit Gs
SouthSide Academy
*Talkin*
Now tell me, who wants some SGV shit
The sickest, realest group, Americaz most wanted convicted outlaws
What’s up Snapper
Let me tell you, we take no bull shit
Bring a posse, can’t fuck wit my gangsta poparatzi
We keep bustin straight convict kamakazi
Through your hood, get your strap, get your bat
Mothafuckas get your gat
It’s like that, G’s like us run up in pad
It’s the town wit the most Gs
Look here leva, you can’t school me
Or the homie, Capone-E
Still in the game, no shame
The same, derange, dementaly sick
We don’t give a shit bitch
Got shotgun and we pop em
And if you cross our path it get’s jacked
This war path, matter last, born or bash
Outkast, 1st class, whip lash, blood bath
And that’s that, so Lil Dreamer homeboy
Tell em where you at
I’m in a habitat of a G
Straight packin a heat
Puttin it down straight on the concrete
SGV style, never smile, ghetto child
Lil D, fuck my enemies, SouthSide Academy
Reality hits, when we drop this shit
SouthSide Connection straight platinum hit
Now dip mothafucka, and I’ll see you in a casket
Just another scandleous gangsta from the Academist
Do you wanna mob wit Gs
SouthSide Academy