Damone Tyrell - Illusions of Gangsta lyrics

[Intro] Black Metaphor, say my n***a While you out here playing, we out here hanging, slinging, banging While most of my n***as in cages, making minimum wages You out here rapping on stages, dawg That rap sh** ain't nothing like this trap sh** Check my street degree, I done mastered it Gangsta sh**, 808 heavy sh** You know what we talking 'bout Look [Verse] King of the block, boy [?] couldn't a second Roll it with the A-Team My status BA [?] I've been working on my take over Old heads your days over It's the return of the Mack Like back to back and back makeovers Posting with my clan all these faking n***as know what's up Tell em who they worth Cause motherf**ers know never showing off Holding all these keys, Every single door shall open up n***as got the drive, we whip our own nobody chauffeured us Disrespect my people You gone have learn the hard way! Remember as young ling I was trapping out in broad day Pull up on a coward, hallow sing like we on Broadway n***as out here, b**hes saying everything the broads say Barrel on your tongue, I ask a n***a how the burner taste They gone need forensic DNA to recognize your face I can't see a different way for n***as who get in the way Gimme all the goodies and the combination to the safe [Hook] Street corner, I might f** around And have to put my heat on ya We've putting those to bed, that used to sleep on us Ain't no beauty in the streets, we going beast on ya On the street corner, n***a on the street corner We not throwing not no deuces, put that piece on ya Block is hot, curb looking like a seat warmer Kicking doors hoping that we find some keys on ya On my street corner n***a you a...you a You a bad motherf**er You a....you a You a bad motherf**er You a....you a You a bad motherf**er You a....you a You a bad motherf**er You a...you a You a real f**ing gangster on a triple OG, triple OG on em Triple OG, triple OG on em You a....you a You'll be flossing on the street corner I might f** around And have to put my heat on ya We've putting those to bed, that used to sleep on us Ain't no beauty in the streets, we going beast on ya On the street corner, n***a on the street corner We not throwing not no deuces, put that piece on ya Block is hot, curb looking like a seat warmer Kicking doors hoping that we find some keys on ya On my street corner n***a... [Verse 2] Make mistakes and I'm coming straight for your place I got frosting all on my face I got hungry and took the cake n***as scared of me You shaking like a stripper you tightened up Your life is looking rather dark skin No chance to lighten up I'm 'bout that life Away from demons that be try to keep me up at night Souls from my enemies The Grim Reaper sent for me Ain't no getting out to see the hell penitentiary I remain a trill n***a and my only memory was... [Hook] Street corner, I might f** around And have to put my heat on ya We've putting those to bed, that used to sleep on us Ain't no beauty in the streets, we going beast on ya On the street corner, n***a on the street corner We not throwing not no deuces, put that piece on ya Block is hot, curb looking like a seat warmer Kicking doors hoping that we find some keys on ya On my street corner n***a you a...you a You a bad motherf**er You a....you a You a bad motherf**er You a....you a You a bad motherf**er You a....you a You a bad motherf**er You a...you a You a real f**ing gangster on a triple OG, triple OG on em Triple OG, triple OG on em, triple OG You a....you a You'll be flossing on the street corner (Beat change) [Verse 3] I'm lying about my [?] Perpetuating stereotypes [?] I barely can leave my building while you flossing in the coup Yelling at a crack addict that's almost on his last too From educated, but you never graduated You constantly f**ing b**hes I'm over here masturbating I'm making more enemies than friends as I pretend to be your [?] I fall into these false a**umptions that they base of my skin Coloring deep inside the lines as I recite these Biggie lyrics You wake up with a strap put on an attitude that's feel-less I always meant to ask, Is the attitude a mask? Do you need to punch a bag just because the world can't grasp or understanding in your upbringing? You had a dream like Dr. Ken, but now your gun slinging Ghetto Clint Eastwood, receive knowledge Bullets you won't never need a vest and do your best to share em in your hood, the Wild Wild West For fear that you get shot down I claimed a million of the n***as on your block now That there is my crew I had a sick obsession with the way you seem to move Popping caps, putting fear in all the older kids in school I was a square, but I always wanted your circle's circumference I never held a [?] that I was to p**y to touch it Never knew what I was seeing through these ignorant eyes You can be more than a thug, don't let them feed you them lies [Outro] Yeah, I never knew what I was seeing through these ignorant eyes I can be more than a thug, don't let them feed me them lies Yeah, I never knew what I was seeing through these ignorant eyes I can be more than a thug, don't let them feed me them lies