Текст песни 1St Round Draft Pick

cause ain't tellin' when it's on.

Going, Going, Gone you better raise up

cause ain't no telling when it's on.

(straight soldier don't make me have to show ya.)

Straight Soldier don't make me have to show ya.

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Verse One:

Now I'm set, ready to peel a cap

for a bas-relief still got P-funk knockin'

out bustin' out teeth, with the show that's

boss now who lost? Told you over and over

that it would cost. Bringin' a crisis to those who

wanna act tough, enough is enough got

your ass on Q when I caught'cha bluff

ain't no passes or freebee you don't

wanna see me cause it's worser than

hell straight from Long Beach. That

Wayniac an Eastside nigga wit' an attitude

quicker than quick to bust a cap in a punk fool.

God damn it's only right from the hitman you

wouldn't understand the way I think of my game

plan. Therefore, a nigga like you better slow

your roll, act like you know before I show.

The real deal still kickin' the shit with the passion

dangerous psycho-manic nigga when I'm blastin'

think not. Come try me and it's on for life.

Cause I'm causin' shattered dreams as I

kill your kids and your wife nigga, so back

off this soldier quick cause I'm still goin' muthafucka'

the first round draft pick.

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Verse Two:

God damn! Another murder on the Eastside

six police cars plus an undercover G ride

Yellow tape stretched out like the fuckin freeway

talkin on the phone to this bitch on a three-way

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it's a homicide youngsta' wounded plus a dead

cop. Niggas gon be niggas comin' up it's a must

G fuckin' wit' that bone and get that ass put to

sleep see. Because of hard times got us all

on the jack move be careful who you jack cuz

this nigga straight servin' fools. Ain't nothin

poppin' but some coochie and some popcorn

who will be the next nigga that the Loc is gonna

have to warn? It's a sad case then life is fucked

up, set killin' set that's how the shit is summed up

be careful where you goin' certain places that

you ride cuz right about now it's gettin' crucial

on the Eastside

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Verse Three:

Waitin' for the roll call to begin ya' thought it would

end but it's not still tearin'em limb from limb, gangsta

stroll when I T-roll gotta put a hole unless I'm ready

to unload and take a soul. Flashbacks on my

younger days still got me fazed but like they say

nothin' seems to amaze. Cuz you have to be a

street wise nigga to peep the game, watch the aim

cuz the bullet don't carry a name. And it might be

the cops who take pop at a young black nigga

gettin' his props, no doubt it. Cuz it's been done

before so here's a quiz if you don't die you go to

court your word against his. Fucked up but that's

the justice and the peace the matter's in my hands

I know how to make it cease. Grab my reasons

and keep'em quiet, cuz I know damn well that they

don't wanna see another riot. Uncontrollable when I

get it goin' you push the button of a nigga that keeps

it flowin, daily. Can't stop, won't stop, and I won't

quit, signing off muthafuckas from the first round draft

pick.

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