Crime Boss - Strange lyrics

Ss..ss..uh..uh..smoke that Uh..ss..ss..hit it Ss..look b**h..b**h hit it uh [Hook] How many n***as wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight How many n***as wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight How many n***as wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight How many n***as wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight [Mr. Mike] With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that k**er slash Thug rapper, as these n***as begin to come after Me in the middle of the night Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor In the middle of the fight Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes The richer G's get, the b**her these n***as My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy Texas was the spot n***as got shot and f**ed ya memories Send me the flyest MC that's tryin' to see And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree Well I be, the b**h wanna f** Mike for free Either slide me a G or get the f** up out my ride see My oozy weighs a ton, when you n***as see me run Got game to f** a nun, blame my gun I leave you shakin' son of a b**h, I'm rich I'm quick to hit chu' up (n***a) It's them strange motherf**ers that don't give a f** [Hook] [Crime Boss] I was born and brought up where these streets be the key Erasin' suspicious and heartless n***as on the streets Some live in poverty, even though a n***a be slangin' dope And dodgin' the Feds cause them ba*tards want me broke Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I'm doin' bad No money for books so every day I'm livin' mad Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin' I'm out to live with no time to play I got the tendencies to k** in relentless ways Straight up, cause life is a trick b**h, if you weep and reek You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange [Hook] [Tela] Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be f**ed We goin' on this ride and ya b**h I'm gon' seduct n***a what, do I give a... Ask the mound k**er Faces I remember they say dump him in the river New Year's Eve 1999 n***a Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker Me and Crime Boss and a n***a named Mister Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver Headed back to the Suave castle I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a la**o In this castle was a midget with banana clippin' Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike'll f**in' wicked Ways infared waves hit his f**in' chest Blew his a** to bits, particles of green sh** It really goes to show ya that sh** ain't changed In year 2000 life still be strange [Hook x3]