WRECKSHOP FAMILY - Picture Perfect lyrics

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(feat. D-Gotti, Double D, E.S.G)

[talking]

Huh, Double D, E.S.G., D-Gotti

Wreckshop baby, yeah, come on, yeah

[Double D]

It was a dream, formulating a team with a scheme

Stepping up in the ring, with niggaz who making green

Let's put the past behind, mash on the rhyme

Man surround ourself, with smart niggaz on the grind

Representing the cause, a rebel without a pause

Knowing that running bitches, ain't the way to shot call

And some of y'all be falling face first, when you think

You at the bottom, it can always get worst

So first things first nigga, keep your mind off that gold digger

And don't be giving in the Nol' nigga

I make sho' I get the do' quicker, before I'm done

I bet that ass get the whole picture, the whole picture

[Hook x2]

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture

Send this to all my niggaz on the grind

For a million and dealing with these streets

Everyday is a struggle, we steady working muscle

Trying to piece the puzzle

[D-Gotti]

It's been a struggle since birth, out here trying to make it work

Seeing mama on welfare, and daddy steady doing dirt

It hurt feel a nigga, situation I mean

No discipline, plus we hotter since my skin my scene

My team, always a prospect for the Penn

Pray for dividends, corner sto' it's all blood trying to win

And the clock spinning time went, the game gots on

15 on chrome, and mama hate I got condoned

It's on 16 sitting on nine, mama she dying

I could bump and grind, long as the bills on time

By now, I'm capitalizing on a career

Visualize in a mirror, the epidemy of a street mercenteer

Now I'm in real Gucci sweaters, carried nothing but a baretta

Gave the groove back to Stella, and now these times got better

Got the Benz paint got wetter, gotta feel that

Picture perfect in your face, and D-Gotti he painted that

[Hook x2]

[E.S.G.]

Trying to paint a perfect picture, but my paint keep dripping

No negotiating with the hatas, nigga we can't be tripping

Skipping school flipping rude, trying to stack me some green

Sick and tired of me and my brother, sharing three pair of jeans

Step daddy dope fiend, biological missing

So now it's a must, I put it down in the kitchen

Palms itching, niggaz bitching and snitching, I ain't switching

Million dolla mission, taking niggaz positions

I'm the new quarterback, you want your starter back

Notorious E.S.G., wrecking shit on harder tracks

Flip flop, drip drop, drop top, Wreckshop

Bleed the block, leave it hot, then we hit the next spot

Over here, over there, playas bouncing everywhere

Album after album, other labels say it ain't fair

Fat Pat, E.S.G., Pimp Tyte, NWO

By the time Ronnie come out, everything is in the sto'

[Hook x2]