Bookie - Hear This lyrics

[Bookie] Get ta bustin like a well known Glock Get ta vibin', now you realizin' West coast get live wit the hip hop And Phoen, feel me comin' through, f**in' wit the sound Wit the n***a Ke Ke, God he used ta checkin' out my CD You feel me? We 'bout ta rise wit love for the buck So feel the ties when it's 3 combined, and double Kurupt Paper is what I'm after Talkin' 'bout this n***a that's been known ta regulate Lyrically gifted wit a pa**ion But hold up Let out the vibe when I bloat up Serve it up like tadow, who blowin' up now? But son, this the season, go terminate your reasons Makin' it hard ta believe, recognize the legiant Believe in somethin' that Phoen n***as is decievin' We seizin', n***as that bleed, f** wit every reason Let me get a breath, I said the peace Y'all 'bout ta feel it Faced wit a bigga size at the k**in' [Kurupt] G'd up Check it out I gotta hustle, get my muthaf**in' hustle on, main I bustin', not givin' a f** who I'm bustin' on, main G life wit the scope and the beamin' Schemin' while y'all schemin', it seem like all y'all demons You want my sh** Tryin' ta snatch everything I get n***a, you just a pranksta f**in' wit a gangsta I told a b**h may change up and switch game Like hoes, we in Monte Carlos Rollin' by like f** hoes Rollin' by wit the homies and pistols in carloads 4's and switches, bounce around the corner bendin' Tremendous G status, like a gangsta should Pull the fools out and bang the hood Dogg Pound gangstas, up ta no good I'm a gangsta, and you're not Capital G, blastin' off the balcony Kurupt Young Gotti, not givin' a f** Just laughin' and sh**, fin ta start blastin' and sh** You ain't hard, you a punk n***a I got the gauge in the trunk, I'm 'bout ta dump n***a [Lil Ke Ke] Check the lisp, whatever you do don't get me pissed Ain't no doubt in my mind, you n***as don't respect this Unlimited shot-caller, Texas rich baller Lil Ke Ke the dun, I'ma lead, neva follow Commission, I represent 'til my last breath The only way out unless I'm dealin' wit d**h It's 'bout the wealth, the fame, and even the glory So young in the game that I'm tellin' the story They can't ignore me Me and Kurupt, we rip it up This thug like Chuck, Fo' Life don't give a f** We the realist, while the fakers be frontin' Jam Dundy comission, we strait live paper huntin' Ain't no stuntin' Keepin' it real up in the side Platinum rolex wit diamonds in the mind You feel me, I'ma hole in dolla loaner Texas ta Arizona, we'll leave ya in acoma [Bookie] Uh I have this permanent disease And have me barkin' everytime I'm talkin' Seperate the bullsh** wit a caution Another germ mob ta realize that when I'm stalkin' Know this n***a hawkin', summarize the life when I be flossin' Another story No need for glory, f** the fame, it's the same If it put it down without the lights and TV's, enemies die Won't see me sokin' up the game, 'bout ta bang For the 9-9, betta know mine, surprise for the triple time Feelin' the sh** I'm spittin', be rippin', lyrically gifted I'm sippin' Hen wit the Coca-Cola, and I'm on a mission No love for hatas trippin', I'm dippin', forever whippin' And pimpin', checkin' the microphone as I keep it hittin' Anotha gut exploded, reload it, the bomb Took the time ta quote it No question you thought it, we are now promote it It's on and poppin' wit whateva's droppin, no stoppin' The quandoe, puttin' mo' bounce up into the ounce