Crucial Conflict

Crucial Conflict - To the Left lyrics

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[Chorus x2:] Shoulda broke it to the left man


I was born to be a PIMP!

Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,

Never caught on my square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon,

Who-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped

When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin shit,

In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang

was the knowledge I (???) to the left side,

Went under(??? walkin???)well, hangin on the curb puffing herb

Straight hustlin NIGHT and DAY,gotta get my nine

Strappin up my glock and hoody, i'm lookin for goodys on your block

This is a stick up,don't make it no limit let's pick up (nigga)

You can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka

You best to give it up to the right, thats them niggas conception

But thats cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left

[Chorus x3]


They said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass

I'ma tell ya momma,daddy did it with the flu and I thought you knew it


Comin from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side

Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?

I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing

I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in that county whoa

Blastin at the niggas on the other side

picking up the trigger when you come up right?

Aint no love what love got to do with it

when you be slappin them ugly BITCHES!

Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes

She be giving up the pussy left and right

I could've fucked that hoe last night

Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set,

45 automatic if you want to get off your chest

Shoulda broke it to the left man

[Chorus x3]


Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static

Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it

For fuckin wit, the wrong motherfucker

that you thought you had you a trickhead

Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit

And your whole click aint shit to me

Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D

Bustin caps in ya ASS going 50 miles fast

Know you hoes can come and see me

Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time

Specially when I come to shoot

I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine

Only you some nigga dying

to hell wit his momma and them and all that crying

Nigga shouldn't did what he did now hes a DEAD ASS CLOWN,

Another nigga that wont make it in this world man,

played hisself to the right

And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame

Should've broke it to the left man

[Chorus x3]


Could it be that a nigga want to play game,

And the game done already been played,

Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit

for your homies in they grave,

Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep,

So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper

When you told the playa pimp ill beat ya

and a nigga like me was always in the game

Cuz I kept my shit tight,niggas talkin bout we used to fight

Nigga used to get they ass (???), and its still the same up in the CHI

Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin butts up in they face,

On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace,

And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid

Smokin on a fat sack, gat to the left

lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray

Pimpin I think I'll never do, to the right thats tight but I'ma stay

In the cradle, if ya able

Break it to the left man


[till song fades out]

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