1.Demons
Yo whats up Homies if you don't want to have Demons in you life
you
better ask Jesus to save you and to come into your heart. those
Demons
will come out of you if you say the word Jesus. Satan is out
there yall
he is Tempting us out there he want us to be on drugs he is
keeping
us from the grace of god
2.Tru 2 Life Playaz
Lyricist：Big Ed, Ken Franklin, Master P, Mr. Serv-on, The Shocker
Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who's that？
All of them ridas from ORC, why's that？
'Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes
And preach to street bikers or convicts in ricers
There never ain't no telling what we gonna do
'Cuz when you think we through, we come back hit you
Wit another hit, ain't no stopping me and my gang
Boneybone Corleone from the MTV cut fame
Same rapper and same rider, Westsider
Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that's real
Now throw in tha sky if you down wit me
I represent that organized rhyme family
Family tree consist of demon killas, reaching drug dealers
And top billas making scrilla, livin' in white villas
Using guerrilla tactics to reach crypts and bloods
And all tha thugs that are looking for love
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers
Where rap sangers low ride and talk about 'em colored bandannas
Ducking from one time, California sunshine
Projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major
crimes
Prime time couldn't paint a better picture
Best beware of them locs and O.G.'s from them thugs hit ya
'Cuz where we from it's straight scandalous, Los Angeles
Ain't too many players or ridas that can handle us
Slugs flying in every direction you look
Got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked
Ain't this a shame, that's why me and my gang preachin'
Like deacons to bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto Ricans
Every weekend we be speakin' and preachin', teachin'
How we need to be reachin' tha heathen, sleepin'
While tha devils creepin' meetin' to put these suckas names on
contracts
And lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We making moves like a U-Haul
Playa haters don't get it twisted like RuPaul
We don G's and family, that stick together like Siamese
Twins and Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee's
I'm tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Luciano
Donnie Brasco and Mr. Kevin Blanco
E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua
And my little patna that we be calling Jimmy Hoffa
Can't forget about Chase Gigant
'Cuz when I rhyme say he makes 'em beats bomb bay
Hot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking about
And if you ain't down wit us then back up before you get clowned
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
3.hard streets (Featuring Tracy Lane)
Lyricist：Louis Brown, Warryn Campbell, Rene Sotomayer
See I was only 16 such a tender age
A young seed leaving my home in search of ghetto fame
Mom's begging me to stay
Crying but yo I gotta make it on my own now
I'm tired of hustling, plus I'm almost full grown now
Packed up my bags in now pursuit of my dreams
Gave her a kiss then wiped the tears
From eyes so that she couldn't see
Jumped in the car starring up at the stars
Rhyming for hours hoping one day, I'm a hear the applause
Now I'm 17, still broke loc, no money
Holes in my shoes
And people laughing 'cuz my clothes crummy
No food to eat so now I'm digging in the trash can
Eating left over food from last week in tha bags man
I never thought that it could get this hard, pray to God
Then I get to stepping, 'cuz I know that I'm called
I told myself I gotta keep the faith living inside
Knowing I'll make it one day
So I can't just lay down and die, I gotta try man
What are these hard streets doing to me
Ghetto running through me
Thicker than blood, down in the mud
Trying to come up, these hard streets do it to me
Ghetto running through me
Thicker than blood, down in tha mud
Trying to come up another day
It's 1991, getting older now
Kicked out my crib nowhere to live
Wit problems and the world on my shoulders now
If I go home
Mom will think I'm a loser
And if I call the homie
Then he'll think I'm trying to use em
So now I'm stuck, sleeping on my managers sofa
Even though I know he's ripping me off
Trying to play me like a game of poker
Congested wit depression
I proceed to try and count my blessing like
The fact I'm still alive, I could have died on these mean
streets
'Cuz they ain't kind
So many killers and dealers committing horrible crimes
Dope fiends, drive-by's, muggers and drug smugglers
No one expecting me to make it 'cuz I'm from the gutter
A young G from the streets of killa cal
Where riders pack heat and smoke weed as a juvenile
It's all good though, I'm out to prove em all wrong
Reach for the stars and show em one day I'm a be the bomb
I'm sick of all the heartaches, let downs
Broken promises and feeling hopeless
I'm tired of being rejected and all the disappointments
Feeling like I ain't worth a dime
Partners telling me I'm the greatest, but there's no deal to
sign
Crying, devastated and confused at the same time
My mind is telling me to quit and God's saying try
My heart is telling me it's over and I'll never rhyme
But something's telling me prevail and it will be fine
See there's always so much drama
From tha block or ya babies mama
In these streets that's where my peeps be running that game
Why ya trying to run me over
Like I'm trying to snatch ya corner
In these streets gotta get your grind on
All day long gotta grind get ya hustle on
4.Follow T
Lyricist：Lashawn Daniels, Fred Iii Jerkins, Rene Sotomayer
You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners
Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla
Stacking that skrilla in a legal way
Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, hey
And I ain't even gotta curse in my raps
I keep it gully while I'm spitting this fire on hot tracks
My skills speak for themselves
I'm like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the
bells
The Sly Stallone of the microphone
I'm old school like Special K
Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people like I'm Che Guevara
Wit a derby and linen pants plus a guallavera
Oh, I'm so sick they sending ambulances
To resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashing
Cash advances and top brand fashion
Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party peeps dancing
I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ's spinning wax in the
club
So when ya hear my joint y'all better turn it up, louder
Suvelo, blast that music bro
Respect the flow, ya listening to a music pro
The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body
And lean back like Joe Crack
Woah, get ya hands in the air
And wave them back and forth in the atmosphere
I know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hype
I am the dopest rapper to come through
Wit brand new series of rap arts like Kung Fu
You don't believe me, ya crew could get hung to
I run through anybody opposing
Don't make me have to tell you again
I'm Gods chosen like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song, what
From sold out arenas to the silver screen
I move crowds and drop hits that make the people scream
Stack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousines
I'm a hot album, you just a, ahh, 16
T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don't fly first class, why？
I travel with chef's on private jets
That's why you mad and upset, homie
I paid my dues though, been ripping these mic's since tape decks
So place your bets, I'm the best yet
Move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks
I got next like the WNBA
Defeating me is like blacks joining the KKK
It won't happen, like hoods without guns clapping
Or hip hop wit no DJ's and MC's rapping
It's contradictory, none of you'll ever get wit me
The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory
5.Street Life
Lyricist：Etienne Lavonne Clark, Young Life, G Nicholas, Rene Francisco
Sotomayor
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Yo picture me rollin' like Pac in a drop gold double R
Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
Livin the life of a thug, movin 'em drugs, duckin' 'em slugs
Dealin' wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus
Associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas
Convicts, thugs and drug dealers
Cop killas, and drug lords stackin' 8 figures
Quick to pull a trigga and leave a body floatin' in the river
We gorillas in this jungle collectin' mad skrilla
Bankin' on cheddar and cream, from dope fiends
From a land where everybody gotta fend for themselves
Half of the homies doin' 25 to life in a cell
Seems like we dwell in the pits of hell wit no bail
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
Who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell
And what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug sales
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
A yo, the street life is the only life I know
Taught to hustle these streets and grind to make dough
Cope the 4-4, jump in the 6-4
Blast on my adversaries then end up on death row
Yo, this was the life I seen raised as a youth
Where everybody smokin' chronic, sippin' 98 proof
Ain't no happy days and sunshine
In my hood is just crime, cryin' for one time
Slugs flyin', and everybody tryin to come up in this evil drug
game
Insane, vision of murder just increase the pain
Cocaine and methamphetamine
I want out, but gave an oath to the death of me
So let it be, I'ma ride on my enemy
But when they bury me, I fear where my soul will be
Eternally searchin' for light Patna, but I'm in the midst of the
dark
It's so hard, when you in this ghetto prison lookin' for God
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Another homie dies, so I wipe the tears from my eyes
And ask God how many lonely painful tears will I cry
Seems like nobody even cares out here in the hood
I tried to get a job, but they swear I'm up to no good
Misunderstood from a young age
Thats what turn to have we link in 12 gauge, on a rampage
From an adolescent carryin' hollow points in a Smith-N-Wesson
For anybody second guessin', if I'm scared to test 'em
Ain't nothin' even worth livin' for the richa gettin' richa
And the ghetto remains poor liquor stores and gun shops
And everybody wonder why thugs pack glocks and kill cops
Full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth
Seems like everybody in this ghetto is cursed wit a curse
And what's worse, is that my potnah dyin' at a fast rate
Dear God can you help me out, I'm lookin' for an escape
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street life
6.King Of My Life
Lyricist：Altizer Richard Bryant, Sotomayor Rene Francisco
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
You are the life in me
You are the light that shines inside of me
All praise and glory to Your name
I will give to You my life
And anythin' that You require, oh Lord
I'm givin' all praises up to the lion of Judah
Alpha, Omega, plus the El Shaddai
Elohim, Yahweh, Messiah, Y'shua
What about the Adonai？
Somethin' about the name, Jesus
That makes me go insane, Jesus
Saved my soul from burnin' flames, Jesus
And He broke them devils' chains, Jesus
Glory, glory, how are You doin' to me, not bein' worthy？
You could have saved Your son, Jesus Christ
Instead You sent him for me
He gave His life for a sinner like me, threw my sins in the sea
He died, He died, He was dead but He rose in three
Glory to the King of my life
He is alive, He is alive
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
Surrenderin' my will
Desirin' You to fill me with Your love
I live to serve my livin' King
Only I bow, please show my how
To love the world the way You love
Me givin' praises and honor, glory, thanks unto the King of
kings
Whose precious blood is more than cars
Houses and diamond rings
Give Him praise and raise your hands
And magnify Him with the song and the dance and a
Give Him praise with the harp and the microphone
Tambourines, cymbals, drums and the xylophone
Gotta give Him praise, gotta give Him praise
For the things that He did when He walked onto Calvary
And died on the cross, when He took my place
He is alive, He is alive
Giving all honor and glory
Unto the King of kings and the Lord of lords
Glory to the King of my life
He is alive, He is alive
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
Glory to the King of my life
He is alive, He is alive
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
Giving all praise to the most high God
The Father, you know what I mean？
7.I Been Looking Around
Lyricist：Louis Brown Iii, Edwards Armstead, James Ellison, Patti
Labelle, Rene Sotomayor, De Jon Lamont Underdue, Teak Alger
Underdue
Growing up we didn't have much
I still remember mom in the welfare line
Pops on the corner slanging flowers trying to make a dime
Hustling hard, working beyond a nine to five
Praying somebody stop but cars just keep passing him by
My older sister ran away and chose a life of crime
My younger sister getting calls from these older guys
I still hear the sound of them sirens running through my mind
Saw grandma die in a stretcher before my very eyes
And who could forget the flames coming outta my room
Wit firefighters trying to save everything that ain't ruined
It's bad enough we barely making ends meet
Now we ain't even got a blanket or a place to sleep, man
We all been through struggles and em' harder times
And at times it seems like there ain't no peace of mind
But just, when I started to doubt, thinking nobody cares
I looked up and found that you was always right there
Still looking for, keep looking for
Out searching, nothing working, steady looking for
Still waiting for, keep waiting for
True love, one love, what we waiting for
Moved to Southern Cali and bought me a baller crib
Wit marble floors, high ceilings and a pool to swim
I got a, lot of famous high profile friends
A white Benz laced wit them chrome spinning rims
Top dollar brand fashion and a Jacob watch
Bracelet wit canaries and em flawless rocks
I went from playa hated to Grammy nominated
To making movies wit Cuba and Beyonce now they say I made it
Finally got my music making all the headlines
Radio spinning my single back to back 10 times
But still it wasn't everything that I thought it be
Found me searching for love and life's remedy
Money bought me cars, power and yachts
I'm still distraught, got my stomach tangled in knots
Sad and depressed, finally after everything I been through
I found out the only thing that was missing was you
We all pretty much looking for the same thang
We soul searching trying get through life's long maze
I been to mountain tops looking for the most high
So many valleys lows, never thought I'd get by
So many shattered dreams, all the broken promises
Lied to, left for dead, emotional apocalypse
We all looking for the answers of what and why
Choose win or loose in this life we can live or die
And never fill that empty space that we feel inside
I know ya hurting, see the pain written in ya eyes
Tried the drugs, tarot cards, and astrology
Blaze up the purple haze, transcend reality
Trying leave all of your problems behind
And some of y'all put ya faith a nine
I got mine when I gave up tha life
Swapped it out for the better one
Finally found true wealth, never gonna find myself
8.12 Years Ago
Lyricist：Bosco Kante, Rene Francisco Sotomayor
12 years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to spit these MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The beat was dope, and it went this way
Well, my name is T from the golden state
They call San Andreas 'cause I cause earthquakes
Been rhyming on the mic since the age of eight
The fans and the people tell me that I'm great
Y'all can hate, but they relate
Trying to get all of you walking through them pearly gates
I been to city's all around the globe, Nicaragua
Australia down to Tokyo, Lima Peru and London back to San Tropez
When I'm in Paris, France, pale vu France
Seen me on TV and on big screens
Now I'm crushing MC's like they jelly beans
Now get both of them hands in tha air
And wave 'em all around like in around like B-Boys in flair
We bringing the noise, and a raising our voice
Plus I keep it old school like the Beastie Boys
I had to take this rhyme back to the 80's
When rap was 'bout skills, DJ's and the ladies
Didn't rhyme about sex and degrading themselves
And rappers didn't glorify busting 'em shells
This is a hip-hop blast from the past
Stop all the violence put away all the straps
Better enjoy the music 'cuz it's not gonna last
If we keep on glorifying all the killing and gats
The milies and Mac's the chronic and hash
And the cats slanging Perico on the corner for cash
We gotta try to make a change for the better
And stop selling out for the fame and the cheddar
Put down Berretta, quit throwing up letters
I'm trying to make a difference it ain't getting no better
That's why I came to represent for all of my people
Wit conscious rap Chico 'cuz it's almost illegal
9.Shake Ya Body
Lyricist：Louis Brown Iii, Bosco Kante, Scott Steven Parker, Rene
Francisco Sotomayor
All you rappers gonna wish I never got in the game
'Cuz when I get my first hit, everything fina change
The whips and slang, medallions on yo platinum chains
From the art of spitting to darn near everything in between
Move around now, get up and dance now
Get out ya chair, get on the floor go on and bounce now
I move crowds like security guards
Plus I'm hard as it gets, even when I'm repping my God
So everybody in the building wave ya hands and get down
From the inner city's and suburbs to them country cow towns
I'm stacking chips like Doritos and casino tables
And pushing whips like 'em valet's at them record label's
Move around now, get up and dance now
Get out ya chair, get on the floor now, go on and bounce now
Life is good when ya blessed wit all the finer things
Got piece of mind, from the grind, plus em diamond rings
Shake ya body like ya got the Holy Ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering 'cuz it's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body, what？ Shake ya body, what？
Shake ya body like ya got the Holy Ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering 'cuz it's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body, what？ Shake ya body, what？
Who could it be, on the M I C y'all ain't gotta tell me
Everybody in the club is fond of me, 'cuz how I rock 'em beats
I ain't R and B, and all of you haters just a bunch of punk
wanna be's
I don't, pack a piece, 'cuz I'm bout the peace
Even though you suckas wanna try to pull and squeeze
Well going release, I ain't scared, I'm on my knees
I'm a really keep it real with the Jesus piece
I got y'all tripping pimping, by the way that I be ripping
spitting
All of these lyrical styles that got the crowd jumping
Over a beat that's hitting, hitting, chicken, grits, and catfish
Love it with a side of greens and beans in my dish
You know it's all good when I slide through the hood
'Cuz I represent my people the way that a playa should
Let love from all the homies in the red and the blue
Mexicanos, Cubanos and 'em white boys too
I stay true to the game, I ain't new to the game
Still keeping it gospel and prey, when I, rip the mic
'Cuz I'm dynamite, like JJ
Then all the people tell me show ya right
It's on tonight, I know you love the way I write
And I'm a make all of the rappers wanna die tonight
Still holy ghost filled, freed from sin
I keep it holy plus I make the bread, got that water
That will never ever wanna make you thirst again
And I'm psycho when I grab the pen
Make miracles happen when I'm up in the vocal booth
And everybody always tripping 'cuz I spit the truth, to reach
the youth
You suckas better call a truce
Or I'm a have all of you rappers shaking in ya boots
Shake ya body like ya got the Holy Ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering 'cuz it's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body, what？ Shake ya body, what？
Shake ya body like ya got the Holy Ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering 'cuz it's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body, what？ Shake ya body, what？
You'll probably never catch me packing a knife
But I'm cutting rappers to death with all the words that I write
The truth and the light is what I'm representing tonight
By the end of the night I'll have the crowd ready to fight
So throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up
All my people if ya wit me go on and stand up
Making inspirational music for 'em killas and thugs, tell 'em to
Put away them heaters, stop slanging 'em drugs
Got get them, gangstas and riders, make songs
Trying to get inside, tired of, hearing all 'em sirens
Can I get a moment of silence, sick of the violence
Murders and burglars and curb servers concerning 'em burners
Ya better believe they concern us, they con earners
With the gift to gab, ready to stab, used to be conscious
Now they conscious has gone bad, they living really hard
And quick to pull ya card, don't make me holla, dogg
I'm 'bout to get my bodyguards
Shake ya body like ya got the Holy Ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering 'cuz it's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body, what？ Shake ya body, what？
Shake ya body like ya got the Holy Ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering 'cuz it's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body, what？ Shake ya body, what？
10.A Few Good Men
Lyricist：Fredrick Farid Nassar, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Rene Francisco
T-bone Sotomayer
Talk about the best of both worlds
Man, the king of the conscious rap
Me, the king of the streets, and you know who it be
I don't need no introduction, hey Bone, check this out
Get it how you live, homeboy
Yo, strap up the boots, I'm ready to shoot
Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos
I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general
Call shots like I'm Joe Bonanno, what
The West is back, sep this dude ain't black
He Latino Dogg and he rock Gringos
Black, Indians, Palestinians and Phillipinos
And I cash money like Vegas casinos
I'm armed and ready, palms are sweaty
Kinda like 'em 'cept I got a sharp machete
And I'm quick to toss wack rappers of a levy
Words is heavy, kinda like a old school Chevy
Hip-hop will never be the same
It's time for change, I'm bout to rearrange the game
Ready to fight back so when they say who's that
Tell 'em it's just the king of the conscious rap
See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain't too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'
See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain't too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'
I got the hood on smash, homey
And though I'm ballin' full throttle, I'll never run outta gas,
homey
I'm so fly as the days go by I'm better
So I dump re-up and keep gettin' more cheddar
You know what it do, Mack 10 a savage
Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage
Fresh baller to the end, tell a friend and a neighbor
Aint that I got so much flavor, it's that I got so much favor
I'm like Pac, my mic styles against all odds
And you don't wanna go to war with a child of God
So if you see me in a six four, tuck ya pistol
Plus it's on if ya miss, so be careful what ya wish for
A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor
Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa
See I'm all for Jesus but I'm nothin' like Mase
I'm to ghetto and gutter but I'm covered in his grace, yea
See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain't too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'
See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain't too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'
Yo, yo, been through the boot camp and trainin' grounds
I've spent 12 years developin' this conscious sound
Patiently waited, seein' women get degraded
Hear my favorite rapper shot and get assassinated
Whatever happened to hip hop？
We used to pop lock and break dance
Now we just gang bang and crip walk
I'm tired of hearin' all the murders and the gunshots
It's time for us to take a stand man and kick rocks
We gotta make a change for the best
The west, only represents sex, Techs, and a vest
And death rush on street crooks that ride hard for they sets
It gets old man, I'm tryin' to see my people be blessed
Yes, I'm bout to change it all around for the best
And help the convicts learn how to deal wit the stress
Minus the drugs, Ak's gun, knives and bullets
And try to save all of the thugs before there's none of them
left
See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain't too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight, 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'
See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain't too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight, 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'
T-Bone, Bone-A-Fide, king of the conscious rap
Number 1 hustler, Mack 10, God is powerful, man
Bone, He got me on here doin' somethin' positive, man
Can you believe that？ Betta yet, how ya love that？
11.Crazy Hispanic
Lyricist：Bobby Ervin, Rene Francisco Sotomayor
Well, its that crazy MC, the one that nobody can control
So give me the microphone, my name is T-Bone
I know you want to fight this, pull out your pen and write this
'Cause you know I be the hypest, but I don't smoke blunts like
Cypress
I never have and I never will kinda like 7-Up, so shut up
Before you get cut up wit' another lyrical piece of glass
Gettin' thrown from the dome of T-Bone
To all them rappers sayin' that my God is not real
But they don't be knowin' my God is magnificent, omnipotent
I'm obedient 'cause if I disobey I'd be burnin' in the fire
'Cause the devil is a liar
Tryin' to make me fall anyway that he can
Like makin' me think that I'm the man
By puttin' a glock in my hand or a beer can
Then I be hearin' these voices sayin' sip it
Put I buck the devil down and grab the mic and start to flip it
Flop it, then I be pullin' my Bible out of my pocket
And remind the devil that he's been defeated, nobody cheat
Jesus Christ won fair and square when He died apon the Cross
Which mean the blood was not lost
So devil get the heck away from me 'cause I'm that crazy
hispanic
When I grab, the mic I start to panic
Committin' perfect crimes wit' the perfect rhymes
Mutalatin' demons, hold up, I think I somebody screamin'
Oh, I think I recognize that yell
That the sound of twenty thousand demons burnin' in hell
And if you don't want to be there, then you best change your
ways
I eat demons like a pack of Frito Lays, anyways
I got my dues, so Gloria Jesus
Go out and tell the devil there's
A crazy Latin on the loose
'Cause no one can handle and wonder
And loco a crazy hispanic
'Cause no one can handle and wonder
And loco a crazy hispanic
I be that Latin MC that the devil can't see
Like the wind that hear goin' in ear
Like a cutip or even Casper the ghost, I burn MC's like toast
The oven's hot roast don't mean to boast
But since the age of 8 I have been unfadeable
Suckas get big heads but head is not inflatable
So if you like hip hop while I beat, I got 'em
From the top to the bottom, Bob Cat brought 'em
From the top of his dome to the studio
Wit' this crazy flow to the radio, gotta save a soul
Is what I'm screamin', I got a demon on my inferred
So I pop the demon like a fat pimple on my head
Nuff said, demons on the ground all around
Maybe next time they'll think before messin' wit' the brown
Crazy hispanic, skitzophranic type of fellow
I eat MC's like jello, hello
Lay your head apon the pillow, 'cause your raps need a nap
Oh, snaps, crackle pop, this some real hip hop
Not some drip drop, water down type of junk punk
But the type of stuff that makes demons weary
They fear me like a mouse does a cat, 'cause I'ma maniac
Nuts out of control, the devil tryin' to steal my soul
But he wont succeed, I'll make him plead and bleed
Mercy, mercy to this crazy hispanic and then I'll do it all over
again
'Cause no one can handle and wonder
And loco a crazy hispanic
'Cause no one can handle and wonder
And loco a crazy hispanic
Well, it's that lunatic Latin comin' straight from the mission
District, I get ballistic, let me kick this
Rhyme like a sucka ballin' to the devil catta
No dijo nada, con de una pallada
I'm the brother wit' the bald head like Mr. Clean
Settin' demons on fire, tryin' to put 'em out wit gasoline
But for some reason gasoline ain't helpin'
Demons keep meltin', like a ice-cream sundae
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Everyday I praise the Lord and hang demons wit' my mic cord
Then I hit 'em wit' my bat while the one the floor
Hold a sec, I think I hear somebody knockin' at my door
Knock, knock, who's there, Jesus, Jesus who
The one who loves and can change you, rearrange you
From the top of your head to the tip of your toes
To afros, bald heads, dread and all the stuff
Rough and rugged by my style
Like a juvenile gettin' buck wild in the streets
I teach over beats
'Cause that's a secret to reach ya and teach ya
So that the devil won't defeat ya
Wack MC get cut like trees wit' ease
Geez, I eat 'em like Chinese
Wak tak tu ya, what's your technique？
My technique is unique, lead by the Holy Ghost
I got the type of skills that burn demons like toast
So pass the M I C and let me flow like the Atlantic
The terminator couldn't stop me 'cause I'ma crazy hispanic
'Cause no one can handle and wonder
And loco a crazy hispanic
'Cause no one can handle and wonder
And loco a crazy hispanic
12.Let That Thang Go
Lyricist：Louis Brown Iii, Rene Francisco Sotomayor, De Jon Lamont
Underdue, Teak Alger Underdue
I'm trying to change this music, my nizzle it's official
I'm tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle
When gangstas pull out they pistols, I'm like money
Trying to get in the middle and settle the difference
'Cuz too many rappers is tripping, don't nobody wanna listen？
Plus I'm tired of all the cussing and cursing, so I started
rehearsing
Working on converting a better version for every person
That's hurting lurking searching for life's purpose feeling
suicidal
And worthless but you ain't certain if you ready to die
And leave this earth's surface then cross over
And see what's on the side of this life's curtain
Call me the Moses of rap, taking it back to tha days
When this artifact wasn't 'bout the woman and gats
I'm sick of this rap, matter a fact, how many more women you
find
To pimp？ And gangstas we gonna cap, we murdered them all
Pac and Biggie there ain't here anymore
Better do something, sound the trumpet, 'cuz I'm goin' to war
To all the playas popping off at the lip, oh
Fronting the street game like you a pimp, no
Ya coming up but going down wit tha ship, bro
Ya better let that thang go
And all tha ladies that be shaking they hips, oh
Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips, no
Top of tha world, but you down in tha pits, ma
Ya better let that thang go
It's the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun, who flip tongs
On kick drums and leave rappers like victims from big guns
Better panic, 'cuz I'm charismatic and automatic
When it comes to this phonographic magic, I gotta have it
Like an addict, I'm the magnet pulling these Asiatic
And Hispanics bandits to make 'em put down tha cannons
I'm standing for unity in rural communities filled with darkness
And cruelty, where men get woman paid off of nudity
It's soon to be all over, I crossover barriers of hate and
racism
Plus I bring the cross over, I'm out to change all the images
In our villages and all the religious criticisms from church
citizens
Always pointing, judging, shrugging ya shoulders at the
adulterers
Fornicators, and cobras but never question our culture
Biggie prophesied ready to die, fifty took five
And got rich and Pac's mama still crying
Suckas surfing the Internet trying to find kids for sex
And placing bets, credit card fraud is next, they write them
checks
For chicks on 'em porno flicks when they shake they hips
Sick wit them chain and whips it gets even worse, truth hurts
Don't be mad at me, I ain't the one getting paid enhancing
They anatomy and gradually, they rotten out like bad cavities
Then periodically prostituting and armed robberies
This how we raise the little children of America to grow up
And be criminal, rapist and bomb terrorist from the second
They're born innocent but torn between these two world's
fighting
For souls like tug a war, who's keeping score got juveniles
In the morgue, while killas winning awards and steady
And praising the Lord, they cheer and roar, ego tripping has
gotta stop
Gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hop
How many more of our people gotta die before we decide？
Genocide isn't only in war, it's also in the words that we write
We got tha power
I keep it gully like a Cali general running the streets
Ya freeze when I speak, memorized my style is unique
We bringing the heat like the Bahamas talking the word
From Nicaragua to communist countries like China, Iraq
And Havana, canta lo, Godson levanta lo, they lace the beats
Then I rock the flow, she hit them notes, Collab then we rock
the show
Think we blessed, no doubt, count the dough, we make about
Oh 25-30 a show, people flying from other countries
Just to hear tha Bone flow sick wit the skills to the point
That they wanna honor me but I'm not honoree
I'm on the rock like Sean Connery and y'all fond of me
The rest is just wanna be's
13.Victory! Victory! Victory!
Lyricist：Louis Brown Iii, Rene Sotomayor
And so know this
We will not stop until every Ghetto
Project, barrio and Burro is reached
And their conscious is raised through
This hip hop movement
The day is here
Now we can raise our hands and voices
As one in triumph and shout out
Victory
14.Once Upon A Time
Lyricist：Clark Etienne Lavonne, Nicholas Grant W
Once upon a time in that ghetto yo, I used to make the chetta
When I was lounging with the playa and the hustlers yo
And rydin' on 'em haters just pimpin' with them playas from the
415
Hustling everyday just to stay alive huh, once upon a time in
The ghetto yo o, I used to make that cheddar
Used to be a slave to sin smoking indo smoke
Like the homie Mista Grimm now who a thought
That years ago I'd be the one reachin' him
Prayin' in the late night hour crying
Askin' that lord to come on in
Of a broken heart filled with all this hurt and pain
Askin' that lord to clear that overcast and all the rain
'Cuz there ain't no sunshine in the ghetto
Unless ya got Christ in ya life not the Devil
That's what I had though demons in my system dogg
Now I'm intoxicated wit the Holy Spirit y'all
No more chronic, bionic and gin and tonic
Chocolate tye, or sticky icky, icky
'Cuz the Holy Goly gets me high
See I was, thugged out West Cali livin'
Straight sinnin' in boss hog Cali pimpin'
Straight sippin' gin and juice, tangarae and rum
Steady spittin' pimp game from this play tongue
Brim tilted to the left leaning in my ride
Wit that rims glistering while I'm whistling
Picture me and chicks kissin' in the back of a 64
Devil had me trippin' like a wineo' in a liquor store
Thank God bro Jesus broke the Devils chains
Now I'm addicted, shooting this gospel all up in my veins
Can't get enough of the way that he makes me feel
I wanna holla, holla Ready to die in ya honor
I'm a changed man from the feet up
But stay G'd up From the street up
So I can reach rydas smoking the weed up
I just don't know why these rydas wanna ryde
When they know that they very well could die
From the bullets of a gage or nine
When ya living in the fast lane commitin' 'em crimes
I said, I just don't know why these plays wanna play
When they know that the world is filled wit AIDS and disease
Baby mamma wit dads who be flossing while they
Kids are broke and dressin' in rags
15.Demon Killa
Whats happening big baby？
It's the Boney Bone Corleone back up in your face
Man, Ephesians 4：29 says, 'Let no corrupt communication proceed
Out of your mouth, but that which is good for the use of
edifying
That it may minister grace unto the hearers'
And that's exactly what I am going to do on this track mang
This one going out to all the pimps, hustlers
All them thugs out there trying to live that crazy life
Man P Game on this track partner, this one for you
When I was chilling with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
When I was chilling with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
I be that lyrical miracle spiritual eating these demons like a
cereal
Redeemed criminal, to say the minimal
I got the feeling though even all left in the circle
The pain ain't gonna be, 'cause you let me go
I got subliminal messages in my mind telling me to kill myself
And if I want to be rich to go
Saying lyrics to die on the line for the wealth
But that's when I felt Holy Ghost come upon me
Trying to call me, tell me the Devil want to rob me
But God want to draw me
Plus, through Him enough to other been through
Not unless He wanna call me
I don't want to fall G so I gotta pray every day
And it's got to keep all the playa haters away
And even when I don't feel like raising my hands
I gotta do it anyways
'Cause I don't live by the feeling
Let me tell you about Christ heathen
He saved me while I was hanging on the streets
With the pimps and thugs
My deal was drug dealing and stealing
So now I be killing them unexpected spirits
That trying to get me to turn away
From the path of the Lord, 'cause the Lord is my Savior
But the Devil want to see my soul decay
That's why I gotta stay, in the Word of God
'Cause there ain't no demon in hell gonna hold me back
As long as I keep my mind and heart concentrated
Uh, I know he got my back
But the thing is the bigger the harder the trial to overcome
The bigger the blessing is when I get to heaven
So don't give up when you going through a trial
Got a smile even through the hard times
'Cause here's why, I'm trying to let you know
That you ain't alone 'cause I been there too
And in the end I'm going to let you know
That Jesus Christ chrome be the only one that stick
'Cause I put my frame, so now I put down my pen
When I was chilling with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
When I was chilling with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
I had disappointments in my life, I ain't gonna lie
Sometimes I wanted to take my own life
But thanks be to Jesus Christ 'cause He showed me
He could relieve with the truth and the light
So now in the night, when the Devil trying to tell me
There ain't nothing worth living for
I tell 'em get back Satan 'cause you is lying
In the name of Jesus I'ma leave a word tag on your toe
How you gonna do that？ I'm going to put on
The full armor of my God, if you know what I mean
No I don't, okay well get the cage of he
And be the thing read Ephesians 6, 10 through 18
Now strap on your bullet proof vest
What, that be the best bet of righteousness
Why I need this？ 'Cause the Devil ain't playing homeboy
He gonna try to throw all these rounds to the chest
Coming out the west, he naive the Devil
Got a stick that'll make me bleed
But hold up, I'm the one with the Devil, let you show soul
How he gonna leave them holes like a donut
Take off in the thrower, my gang sign
'Cause I'm down with the O R to the C
And if you didn't know that Boney bone be 'bout it 'bout
It just like that homie named Master P
Come along with me if you want to hear about the one
Who healed the sick and made the blind see
The one who changed water to wine, the multiple fishes
The lady with the issue of blood to cure leprosy
And who can it be, coming with the lyrical side
You ain't never heard before like this？
Try to member this, it's the only I dis
'Cause the way of preaching thugged out with a gangster twist
When I was chilling with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
Chilling with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
When I was chillin' with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
Chillin' with my homies slanging drugs
Lounging with the players and the thugs
I used to make that skrilla
But now a demon killa'
16.No Matter What Shape (Your Stomach Is In)
Instrumental
17.To Da River
T-Bone, Zane, Montell Jordan
Ah, fashigidate, Mr.Boney Bone
Corleon, LiL Zane
And the one and only Busta
Chavigidate, holla at 'em Zane
Let 'em know how we do pimpin'
Wasn't for him I wouldn't be alive, chastised for tellin' lies
Since then baptized look in my eyes, can you see the pain？
Why does the sun shine when it rains？ Hard times got me feelin'
Daddy never did a thang, I'm God's chosen
He put me in a rolls and keeps my wrist frozen
Never brown nosin' like an explosin'
I cause a commotion spit the truth like a profit
I talk to the ocean, people fear what they cant understand
I thank God that I can, I stay focused keepin' Him in my plan
Never losin' my fate, haters gonna try to degrade
Gotta be in my state of mind to relate
Gotta know this is the end and ain't no time to waist
Time to face your fate and I pray you don't end up in the lake
Do whatever it takes so many mistakes we make
But we gone all get it right, once we down by the river side
Goin' down
(We goin down to da river, take it to da river)
Goin' down, baby
(Yo, yo down to da river take it to da river)
Goin' down, goin' down, baby
(We goin' down to da river)
I'm gonna lay down, all of my glocks and automatics
I'm charismatic like crack addicts you wreak havoc
Like road ragers in bare traffic, it gets drastic
But He's fantastic and attractin', never packin', now I'm
fastin'
(Hazard)
With passion how can I get this life everlastin'？
Sick of blastin'and dashin', flashin' like Charles Manson
He payed the ransom, now I'm glory holla dancin'
I'm flippin' it rippin' it, comin' wit lyrical styles y'all
never heard
Steady reachin' partnas that be on them corners flippin' birds
Forget the english spit rhymes para mi jente
Buster and giovanni bringing beats like tito fuente
Salsa merengue, ripos caliente, asucar sabroso par ti y para mi
Headin' down to the river side, so I can let the old man die
When I come out of the water a new man feel it come alive
Revived with the Holy Ghost and tears in my eyes
Goin' down
(We goin down to da river, take it to da river)
Goin' down, baby
(Yo, yo down to da river take it to da river)
Goin' down, goin' down, baby
(We goin' down to da river)
We so hot, we don't stop
We take it to the river
You know we goin' down, down
'Cause we so hot
I'm sick of packin' all these 9's
Slangin' dimes and smokin' on da marijuana
Chillin' wit pretty momma's from Havana in the Bahamas
Plus demons tryna see me hot like I'm in da sauna
And I'm just tryna get you loose kinda like Madonna
Call up everybody I know, tell 'em it's time to go
Me and T-Bone in the 6-4 sittin' real low
'Bout to roll to da riverside
Put that liquor to da side ain't no need for gettin' high
Stay alive, pay your tithes
'Cause El shadi, Elohim got me trippin' ya'll
Now I been laying down all of my burdens
Because I don't wanna be left and burnin'
Flirtin' with death and He promise my last breath
Dressed in prison blues, Holy Spirit got me under arrest
I used to be a thug, sold drugs might assault you
Stepped up in da church got converted at the altar
And I don't fault you, fell back and he caught you
Out tryna floss better live what he taught you
Goin' down
(We goin down to da river, take it to da river)
Goin' down, baby
(Yo, yo down to da river take it to da river)
Goin' down, goin' down, baby
(We goin' down to da river)
We so hot, we don't stop
We take it to the river
You know we goin' down, down
'Cause we so hot
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