tha hammer
my name be flyin out tha mouth, of niggaz aint even frum tha south,
swear, they know wut d.e. all about, swear they knowin my route.
even when i'm broke, i'm feelin like a million buccs,
wit me i got that chrome hammer (?????????) shluts,
best step bacc if u innocent, funk, u ain't want no part uv this,
ain't no turnin bacc for me, but i ain't new to this.
as is well known, i call south sacramento my home, shit,
worldwide, we labeled in tha media, as, as the motha fuccin terror dome
niggaz ain't do wut they always should, but it's all good,
jus don't bring no silly fucc shit, round my neighborhood.
sum commit crimes to feed they babies, simps do it to please they ladies,
mos laws say the hammers legit, (???) straight shady.
i see, they let tha lady go, and she wuz doin 90,
well the first the d.e.g. goin 76, got funk uv cars behind me.
where i'm at, it's real than a motha fucca, as real as it gets,
theze coppers on my tail, gon be upset, if they learned that i travel wit my hammer and shit.
they used to giggle, bout my future in music,
now they riddled, cuz i have future in music,
got a poor man wit a gold chain and sum moet, we in the 6-8,
wit rollies, and (?) got a million ways too, control our own fate,
man, wit tha d.e.g. its' like, you either hate it or love it, you either hate it or love it,
you's up on game, think i'm talkin real shit or ya, think i'm talkin bout none uv it.
johnny public got short memory, cant hav him forget about me,
the great one shoved theyself in yo face, hi, i'm the d.e.g.
even tho i'm jus promotin, i got tha hammer wit me,
they see me doin my thang, workin hard, doin my thang, and get jealous uv me.
in reality, i'm jus like u, but had a difficult decision to make,
take over tha world, makin raps and beats before it's too late.
who gave me tha right, to be an entrepreneur,
whoop, the motha fuccin d.e., he had to fight, blood, sweat, tears, endured,
keep shteppin wit my weapon, never forgettin the fucc nigga disrespectin,
mus keep em in checc and, st. niccs, ft. knox, (?????????)
this is time for the hammer i reccon.
damn that local, yocal, on sum d.e. vocal,
sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, shit,
learned tha triccs uv tha trade, frum those that's paid,
on how tha money is made, d.e. steppin on tha neccs,
uv those that objects, you ain't wanna flex.
i got tha marijuana drug use to unplug,
ahhh, the sweet marijuana drug, giv me minty huznuh(?), giv me boozum like unconditional luv.
i got the, the, the hammer, i'm wit big ron,
we, we clearin tha fusion,
wit ace macc and balance betta known as friction, uh, very hate losin.
um, if your d.e., so damn ready when i travel to your city wit a spark in hand,
spread tha word, turn it into a fire, ur like a birth of a fahrenheit empire,
make u perspire, (then wut?, maybe), make u live life higher. (YES!)
told my self over and over can't lose, i tell myself, can't snooze,
i smell much indian in foos, it's d.e. wit tony delk, we's on a mission to prove.
got me mailin my hammer across the u-s of a,
wit big al and jaimie, fat hol and burk, flyin bacc in tha wild days.