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T-Bone - True 2 Life Playas
(from the album The Last Street Preacha)
© copyright 2001

Verse 1
Kinda life tha mafia if you ask me, whoís that? All of them ridas from ORC, whyís that? Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes and preach to street bikers, or convicts in ricers, there never ainít no telling what we gonna do, cuz when you think we through, we come back hit you, wit another hit, ainít no stopping me and my gang, BoneyBone Corleone from the MTV cut fame, same rapper and same rider, Westsider, only difference is my beatís and rhymes tighter, thatís real, now throw in tha sky if you down wit me, I represent that organized rhyme family, family tree consist of demon killas, reaching drug dealers and top billas making scrilla, liviní in white villas, using guerilla tactics to reach crypts and bloods and all tha thugs that are looking for love.

Weís them rhyme sayers, true 2 life playas, dippiní in navigators not trippiní on all you haters, making rider music strictly for tha Creator, wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders.

Verse 2
From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers, where rap sangers lowride and talk about Ďem colored bandanas, ducking from one time, California sunshine, projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimes, primetime couldnít paint a better picture, best beware of them locs and O.G.ís for them thugs hit ya, cuz where we from itís straight scandalous, Los Angeles, ainít too many players or ridas that can handle us, slugs flying in every direction you look, got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked, ainít this a shame, thatís why me and my gang preachiní, like deacons, to bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto Ricans, every weekend we be speakiní and preachiní, teachiní, how we need to be reachiní tha heathen, sleepiní while tha devils creepiní, meetiní to put these suckas names on contracts, and lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack!

Verse 3
We making moves like a U-Haul, playa haters donít get it twisted like Ru Paul, we don Gís and family, that stick together like Siamese twins, and Chinese steam rice from Chang Leeís, Iím tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Louchiano, Kevin Blanco and Mr. Danny Brasco, E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua, my little patna that we be calling Jimi Hoffa, canít forget about Chase Gigante, cuz when I rhyme say he makes Ďem beats bomb bay, hot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking about, so if you ainít down wit us then back up before you get clowned.