Letra de Major Figgas de Lunasicc

*(lunasicc talking)*

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Verse 1

Fo the rest of my life
I be ballin f*ckin top notch hoes
Makin the coroner mad as f*ck when he look at that body wit out clothes
Frozen memories of mutha f*ckin used to be
F*cked in the game i aim fo the brain constantly
Doin 90 i mash
Empty 8 miles an hour
My heat
I dump in the middle of the street if the job turn sour,
These cowards,
Don't really know who tha f*ck they f*ckin wit,
Eddie bauer,
Super sport, lexo's, wit shipped kits,
Went from nike's to levi's,
Top hats, to black ties,
From nation to worldwide,
Been a gangsta since knee-high,
Fallin on you bitches, stayin away from you snitches,
So if anybody got nuts, i'm servin yo ass like some tennis,
Servin yo ass like a gymnist,
Who got it crackin like me??
Ain't no doe-doe, shake a hoe like a po-po,
Movin 'em off that weed,
I will blow until you bleed, this boy gonna make it,
Call the coroner for that ass,
Yo life i'm gonna take it.

*(chorus)* x2

I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major niggaz,
Made niggaz, straight paid niggaz, clockin major figgaz,
I'm goin all out to get what i got, holdin my own,
Call me the king of cali, northern valley is my home.

Verse 2

I stick bitches like a cactus,
An i'm deadly wit no practice,
Layin these niggaz down on the ground, like layin these hoes on a
Matress,
No theatrics,
These movies ain't got shit on me,
It's this mafia life i live in the s-a-c,
These niggaz be lookin pitiful,
Wit rhymes that come out critical,
Actin like they bad, not knowin they nouns, pronouns, an syllabls,
You niggaz can't get wit me can't daddy i move too quickly,
Most of them they talk they shit, but they scared to rain like they name
Missy,
My pistola, he ring like motorola's when i'm drivin,
Attractin attention like hoes,
Have naked,
Sun shining out the 9-1-5 plus 1 city,
Get the picture,
Kill it don't matter as long as my pockets gettin thicker,
They say rich or for poor,
But that shit ain't nuthin but paper,
It's siccness, i'm major cuttin yo flesh like a razor,
An f*ck dr. dre... eastcoast nigga,
Who the baddest??
Life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised.

*(chorus)* x2

Verse 3

Til my casket drops,
I'm a be steady pimpin, dippin,
Doin my thangs,
Checkin niggaz hangin on me like gold chains,
Please back the f*ck up,
Before i go pump the trunk up,
Dump yo ass inside,
Then ride to the site an dump you off mutha f*cka,
Kill, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda,
Catch me ridin sumpthin clean,
Bumpin some shit you never heard of,
Put my b-b in tha 7-3-5,
B-m-dubble,
Ain't no sucka, i'm blastin on you punk mutha f*ckaz,
Casualties of war,
Harcore like my feezie,
Booty rappers i call em chester cuz they shit sound cheesy,
An that's fo sheezy,
What kind of man would i be,
If my rhymes was tight as f*ck costin about 30 g's,
Nigga please, i'm the youngsta makin the noise like thunder,
Candy paint on my 6-4,
Gotta drop it before the summer,
This that real shit,
Nigga you can't f*ck wit these,
Do or die up in my city, when i'm chasin my cheese. uh.

*(chorus)* x3

I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major, beeitch, beeitch.
That's right, westcoast mutha f*ckaz(mutha f*ckaz)
That awol camp(awol camp) uh. uh. uh. you know one for the money bitch