Lyrics Game of Thrones - State Property, Neef Buck

Game of Thrones

Neighbors will never forgive me
Cuz I’m snappin' when shits in jeopardy
So choose your words wisely when you bastards try to approach me
Spitting with every ounce of me, preserving legacy
I done ran through poverty, people saluting me
I done seen what they tried to do to me
That’s why I keep the .45 close by, with that Philadelphia pride
I do it worldwide, see I grind straight from the muscle
Was thrown to the wolves to hustle
I gained respect from the customer
Cuz they make you rich when they’re rushing you
No games, no lames, yeah nigga, check out the mindframe
How I stick to the program, never crack in the jam
Still stick to the plan
I got you busters in my radar, I’m good in the books
That’s why I’m like fuck the (?) keep the ball
And I’ll filter through these phone calls, get a load of me
16's in the (?) cuz the public don’t get enough of me
Father, we have sinned.
Seems to me, we ain’t innocent in this shit no more.
I don’t give a fuck, I’ma stay hard on my grind, fresh on these motherfucker’s
minds, going hard every fucking time
Old hoes tripping cuz my new bitches is foreign
Hit it all night, wake up and hit in the morning
Safety never on cuz niggas is drawn
Keep the safety off, might have to perform
Bust a move, smooth criminal dude
If in the mood, I’ll fuck up an instrumental or two
Hop in the limo like «woo!»
shorty twisting up the fruit
Mixing D’USS with juice
I’m out the coupe making sure the bitches see me ball
They’re on their two
They’re snapping pictures as we’re pulling off
Cocaine kid lighting up a cig, Champagne suds dripping down my bed and we’re
all with the nut shit, all that fuck shit get resolved
I could trust that these niggas busters, fuck em all
This ain’t a threat, it’s a promise, I bomb atomically
A (?) popping shit on the galaxy
Yeah nigga, I’m here to make you aware and get you niggas prepared.
Yeah, I’ma put it in the air, can you feel it?
All the way live from the 215, where it ain’t safe outside
New joint venture deal, new businesses, read my lips
I’ve been the shit since the Genesis
I scripted this on the 13th anniversary of my first album
Boy, I was built for this, you already know I got the skill for this
The will for this, someone you know just spent a mill for this
The deal is that sign on the dotted line
Go straight to the dealer shit, take your mom from the burb, straight to the
villa shit
State prop chain gang, came to bring the feeling back
Bout to drop «Free Will» free still killing shit
It’s been a long time since I had to deal a brick
Sitting on a couple meal cuz I’m still in the mix
(?) came home, couple nigga still in the pen
They’re living through us, get that feel from the flicks
Mix hits with the street shit properly
Ain’t no stopping me, it’s the return of state property
You feel that?
You feel the presence?
You feel us in the essence?
Huh?
Yeah, we’re back in the mix, them niggas you call when you need that fix
Mr. Vasquez, you know he reek havoc!
North sider rider, pack the pistols like P’s marriage
Keep a bad chick (?) randy savage
Come through (?) Sedan, wide as Aunt Karen
Welcome to the wasteland where we serve our own parents
Cops (?) drugs tryna frame us;
Roger Rabbit
(?) delinquent, yeah I’ve always been a savage
Put em in a wheelchair like he got that Lou Gehrig
Lamborghini black banging «last train to paris»
With a white chick that grew up in a crib with both parents
Cutting through the traffic, cutting through the raindrops
Been through it all, percs couldn’t make the pain stop
Ducking bullets everyday, you don’t know what life like
Now I’m in a suite eating Cantaloupe and egg-whites
Why sell it (?) so you know he getting paid right
Put the prop back together, they’ll go insane, right?
We’re on the scene, we get a lick, we get a lick, we’ll control the scene.
Ya’ll already know what this thing here breed.
This Realadelphia
It’s the one and only Neef Buck, Bucky Rogers, trash bag king
Couple carrots, VVS inside the pinky ring
Rubberband stacks, motherfuck a wallet
Color money, hundreds smelling like Narcotics
Made a prophet off the product and don’t nobody got it
I ain’t even drop the (?) it’s already getting solid
Get a (?) full of fish up out the water
Get a extra 14 when I cook 2 in a quarter
Stay loyal, stay real or stay the fuck from me
If it ain’t come in turkey bags, nigga it ain’t the «D»
Them numbers low on the juice, but it’s high on the tree
Niggas’ll point you to death, but who’s buyin a key?
Check out the horses on the grill
While I’m getting money from the pills
Switching gears by the wheel
Rose gold presidential, gotta keep the steel
I wasn’t born to be perfect, I was born to be real
See right now, I’m in control, and I get in contact with the ones that control
it.
So all you bitch-made ass niggas, stay in your lane, recognize who own this
Taking orders, kitchen full of odor, mixed with Baking Soda
Couple sodas of that water, niggas sleeping in the Trap house
Grinding for them bands, chopper with a drum
Shit be sounding like them bands.
Leave his shit blood when it’s time to get
muddy
Glock hold curry, hit until a nigga buried
Fuck them pussy niggas, man, they’re loco, they’re coco
Deep cover niggas, Johnny, I think they’re popo
Let the hoes know, here to pop it for the gunna
Sprinter for the winter, get exotic for the winter
Smoking exotic, heavy hitter, tell em (?)
Think they’re taking over, we giving niggas ether
Eagle, Freeway & Sigel, it’s «O» & Speezy
Chain-Gang, we’re known to bang bang, it’s buck & Peedi
For the gusto, till their flat-lined, we do them greasy
Bring an extra clip in case their greedy
Go bang bang bang bang!
They say when it rain, it’s pours.
I suggest you niggas run and get your
umbrellas.
I understand your situation, we’re oversold, ya’ll niggas
overzealous
Yeah, it’s the one and only Broad street, B. Sigel, the top shotta
I scar niggas' face, for that money and the power
Ready for war like Tony when he came for the powder
I chainsaw niggas like Angel in the shower
Black talon, copperheads, the hollows
Bullets travel wherever the beam follows
Strapped with my last name, compressor on the nozzle
Addressing all boys in the hood, what’s the problem?
Picture niggas trying, I’m a menace to society
Like O-Dog squeezing off that glick (?)
Never thought I’d live to see 21, honestly
State property bound prior to Jigga signing me
3 (?) in a pot, pine box probably
Demons on the side of me, ain’t nobody guiding me
Popping percs before Boone, I’ve been on my juice (?)
(purple rain) nigga higher than full moons
This is urgency.
This is state of emergency.
We’re dropping this hot shit
purposely.
Recognize you’re in the presence of greatness when you’re in front
of me.
When you’re standing next to me.
This what I gotta deal with after I
kick my feet up?
Huh?
Is this what we’re reduced to?
Seriously?
Jigs up nigga,
the shows over motherfucker, SP!