Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Ventin' lyrics

rate me

You wanna fuck with the police

Hittin' ass niggas or these young niggas

Tryin' set triple me

Ask me where i'm from

I'm a grown man nigga'

And fuck these niggas tryin' to dump down rap

My real niggas feel me

Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya'll, Ya'll

Never seen a nigga' this raw

I piss him off fuck what you thought

I'm the realest motherfucker ya'll ever saw

Ya'll ever saw

This is how real shit goes

My niggas know my niggas know

I'ma kick the realist shit that

I ever wrote i ever wrote

(Luciano)

Yo, fuck this unjust system

I just need a just system

Need to adjust the system

Fuck the criminal justice system

I wish I coulda told Oscar Grant to watch his back

Geronimo G ??, in a dodger cap

I'll be that

Kelly Thomas, Manuel Diaz, wish I coulda brought em back

Cops abuse their power, cowards, lets put a stop to that

Wait, before you think my views distorted towards police,

Come, walk down memory's dark corridor with me

Me and my older bro was teens

Leavin the grocery store, as we, went to strollin towards RV

? noticed 4 police, then as soon as we got out the parking lot

they rolled up on us deep, told us "freeze", or they'll squeeze,

they wasn't cordial or discreet

Opened both our doors to 3-57 magnums, pointed at us

they told us they lookin for killers who look like both my bro and me

See, the murder had just occured, we proved our where abouts with grocery store receipts

This is real, this aint oratory G

Fuck Police

(Dice)

I'm addressin the haters

Im expressin my anger

Im adressin anyone jealous of the success of his neighbors

lets get this shit straight

envy is a bitch trait

when men strafe from men's traits

It's like they might as well menstruate

My nigga i aint a hater

but nigga i hate a hater

I wanna take a razor sharp saber and shave the face of a hater

the worst hate come from those who was your friends before

anyalyze your friends before you trust 'em somtimes your friends be foes

when you get fame, then they'll hate

shoot down your dreams, MLK

Same thing happned to P-A-C, JMJ, JFK

I don't owe you shit

Success comes to those who wait

but you want it sooner on some OU shit

Yea but truthfully, you hatin ass niggas should root for me

salute a G, I represent what the youth could be

instead you wanna take loot from me

you reap what you sow, you wanna eat what i grow

but wont get a fruit from me

You wasn't in the booth with me

I look down on you like you 2 foot 3

Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya'll, Ya'll

Never seen a nigga' this raw

I piss him off fuck what you thought

I'm the realest motherfucker ya'll ever saw

Ya'll ever saw

This is how real shit goes

My niggas know my niggas know

I'ma kick the realist shit that

I ever wrote i ever wrote

(Kenny)

So many street names on ghetto soldiers who've fallen behind

in some races to this finish line we've fallen behind

they ask where I'm from, Imma respond, with poverty all of the time

they callin us ignorant Im callin us blind, you know how many lives get took just from minds

that crooked, and 9s and bullets from riders pullin up an arrivin after ridin around like

surprise, and pullin out shit like where you from, bearin guns, Im not lookin for a Pulitzer

Prize for puttin these lines in books,

Im just sick of my niggas coppin clothes with the sickest designs

Thinkin they'll get some dimes to look in then findin themselves in situtations that deadly

over what type of fuckin color my niggas shirts painted,

over niggas turf bangin, im sick of hurt, anguish, profanity's my first language,

maybe a quote from Crook could convince 'em, seek knowledge to speak wisdom and

gangbang against the system.

Fuck dumbin down rap, what's the world comin to?

Fuck the world

Literally, now I’m what the world's cummin to

Y'all be soundin like faggots when you rappin, fuck that

Because of you my screws done come unloose

Now I'm crazy enough to tell the fucking truth

Fuck this new, Ratchet Era, I'm from the true, Ratchet era

Rachet carriers back when there was a passion for rappin

you had, to care when a rapper could stare in a mirror

and there was a rapper with actual talent who’s staring right back at you

now you new cats should be scared, to look at yourself and in fact you embarrassing us

You cats should be wearing some blush

Now add mascara, I’m finna scare up, cliques to stir up shit

You niggas made a massive error

Lettin this bastard, bear a, mic

Cuz I got a massive pair of balls

I’m finna mash and air it all

The fans and the masses they’re at fault too

Ratchet ass shit, the fans had a hand in that shit

Its up to the fans to demand the classics

Get off bandwagons and ban that whackness

Get on board with the penmanship, it seems as if we’ve abandoned that ship

Then we gotta educate the younger fans

Who don’t understand they a fucking fan of whack shit

Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya'll, Ya'll

Never seen a nigga' this raw

I piss him off fuck what you thought

I'm the realest motherfucker yo' ever saw

Ya'll ever saw

This is how real shit goes

My niggas know my niggas know

I'ma kick the realist shit that

I ever wrote i ever wrote

Thanks to Ozz for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to JoshDaKiid for correcting these lyrics