CLIKA ONE - The Circle lyrics

rate me

[Singing]

I'll always spit this gangsta shit

I'm always G'd up gansterish

I'll always have a gangsta bitch

That loves my gangsta ways

Now and ever

[Romero]

Some call me a dreamer,and it seems it's very hard to achieve 'em

Some said its impossible, I find that hard to believe

See I was starvin' wit this hunger to sharpen my stees

We all come up from a circle, surrounded by gees

Fully equipped,money,drugs,bullets, and bitches

Everything I ever wanted I would hustle to get it

Bustin' my knuckles on punk motherfuckers that wanted to chunk 'em

Bullshit ain't nothin' till someone says says somethin'

To someone ain't have it, grabbin' the heat up peelin' the hammer back

Don't look so happy to see me when I come blastin back

I counter attack on coward ass rappers, who can't even rap but can act

Y'all still need practice

My story is told and sold on the slums and street corners

Bangin' beats full of funk you bums are sleepin on us

Ill just keep those names anonymous, keep away from y'all piranhas always

biting and shit

And my so called homeboys they didn't even buy my shit

While my mothafuckin haters still alive for it

It's the L to the O-B-O and the low-low minded for 'sho

Armani cologne and some barbershop bout to get blowed

[Bad Boy]

Don't approach me dude, I'm not in the mood

Im fightin' the mind and if I lose I'll be out of my noose

I left school just to ride with the crew, lighting a few

Tryin to do whatever life tries in cube

Im not you so you can't be me I'm MVP, you ain't scarin nobody with your

MVP'S, I'm high grade the ice alone dipped in the grave

The prosgrade and I put that on life that I will not change

I'm not the same cat, witness the power of the brain cat

Only the wise willing to stare me when I say that

Only the light will teach me what the brain can't

The only prize stays in the same man

My name tatt it's all related to the same crap

I know I'm not a killa and I don't intend to change that

Don't make me have to bring the game back

You fuck around and get your plates tapped or get your plates capped

[Romero]

We all came up from a circle surrounded by Gees

Killaz,dealers, and ballers playin parts in your dreams

All in a circle all of our anger, all of our verses

All for one purpose, to this mob that will hurt you

[Kishwah]

The way I grew up was rough, mobbing homies was my circle

Used to handle blocks with 'em until my knuckles turned purple

But they gave me game at a very young age so I'd survive

That's real, no lie, its cuz of them that I'm still alive

They showed me to be cold,inhumane and cruel

The knowledge obtained in the streets wasn't explained in school

Like how to use game as a tool against some fool the same as you

I'm the flame and fuel proving there's no change in rules

We were here before you came and we'll be here when you leave

City game won't ever change

That's so playas please believe

Hates like a disease, it can't be treated or cured

That's so you take heed to my word, that's why I need to be heard

I need the whole world to listen up and pay attention

To the lesson I'm about to teach your ass, class in session

Welcome to How-To-Keep-It-Real-101, first thing is keep a steal

Never leave without your gun, trust no one cuz no one should be trusted

Seen the hardest fool, admit to the crime when they got busted

Never let your gun get rusted, busta you should learn to clean it

You don't want that shit to jam, understand man I mean it

Throw a condom on your penis, before you decide to hit it

When It comes to the AIDS if she's got it, trust me you'll get it

If I said it, I meant it and I hope you learn something

Like to you soldiers with no stripes it's time to earn something

[Ese Brown]

I live my life right out on the page, read dawg

These are my days

These criminal ways they got us criminal cases

We gots to hold gauges and smoke 0's ain't no changes

We in the motherfuckin same places

The same thugs, same gangstas the same drugs

It ain't no secret where we from, this Clik to da 1

Circle of guns, sicker than fuck looking for any funds

We spit this shit in front of everyone

Every word is meant how I said it son

You motherfuckers ain't ready for it, but here it comes

This shit is thicker than 1, cuz all my dawgs sleep in the same slums

Doing licks with the same guns, and we ain't ready to run

The game is all but a game to some, the game is fun

Until your brains laying out in the sun

You motherfuckers need to stay calm, you see what happens to fools

That was talking they getting bombed on

[Singing]

I'm always G'd up gangsterish

I'm always kickin this gangsta shit

I'll always have a gangsta bitch

That love my gangsta ways, now and ever

[Adlibs until fade]