Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song), artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song) |
| Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it |
| Winchester Remington’s, any shotty I’ll hit it |
| Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is dapper |
| Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker |
| Yo, various styles and, various hot shit |
| Killed a nigga on a train with Barry Slotnick, dude |
| Bottom line, you ain’t ready for Ruck |
| Where your girl, duke, I’m ready to fuck |
| Do the knowledge, I’m ill |
| Especially when the god swallowing pills |
| Spaz out on your bitch while she gobble my dill |
| All my niggas went through drama, for real |
| Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville |
| Untouchable, Sean Conner’s got kill |
| Ya’ll niggas chill before ya momma get killed, yo |
| Untouchable, Sean Conner’s got kill |
| Ya’ll niggas chill before ya momma get killed, yo |
| And we gon' give this all that we got |
| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top |
| All my niggas, keep rising to the top |
| And we gon' give this all that we got |
| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top |
| All my niggas, keep rising to the top |
| Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah |
| Where it’s me and my niggas, my bitches, my guns and my cars |
| My dogs don’t care, they’ll kill these rap stars |
| I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad |
| I’mma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I’m shankin' y’all |
| Wind up in prison, no thanks to y’all |
| Come back to the block, then I break y’all balls |
| Get murked right on the spot, so we don’t have to brawl |
| Listen up, pa, don’t fuck with Agallah |
| None of these niggas could never see the catalog |
| I don’t give a fuck if it’s digital or analog |
| I flip, to any style, pa, press record |
| Give me a million, that’s how you blessed the lord |
| Bullshit me? |
| I won’t even step to y’all |
| Consider the shit, this is what I left with y’all |
| Look at all the hot shit, that I kept from y’all |
| And we gon' give this all that we got |
| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top |
| All my niggas, keep rising to the top |
| And we gon' give this all that we got |
| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top |
| All my niggas, keep rising to the top |
| It’s music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere |
| Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right |
| It’s smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share |
| Niggas is gettin' high, niggas is gettin' high |
| I love spittin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough |
| Like I love hittin' rats and hoes |
| I’ve been to club, where the stash is yo |
| Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god |
| Got some shit up in the trunk of my car |
| We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar |
| Bottom line duke; |
| fuck who you are |
| Spit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars |
| The flame from Ruck and Agallah, and Lenny and Spittley |
| We come through like this from Brooklyn, my niggas hopin' shitly |
| While niggas like Blick Street that be reppin' with me |
| My nigga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly |
| It’s Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly |
| We don’t waste no time, we take care of this quickly |
| For real my nitly, it’s about to get off the hitly |
| For shitly, you know where I’m at, my nigga, hit me |
| May God be with me, through the streets I move switfly |
| You want war, with a nigga, pa, then come and get me |
| And we gon' give this all that we got |
| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top |
| All my niggas, keep rising to the top |
| And we gon' give this all that we got |
| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top |
| All my niggas, keep rising to the top |
| It’s music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere |
| Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right |
| It’s smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share |
| Everybody is gettin' high, everybody is gettin' high |
| It’s music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere |
| Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right |
| It’s smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share |
| Niggas is gettin' high, niggas is gettin' high |