T-Bone
Album: The Last Street Preacha
Track: Conversion
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Conversion Lyrics [T-Bone]
Im ready to make a murder scene happen
Pimp
Slappin demons and packin
Unload clips, reload and sink
Ships like a captian
You act like you be knowin, when a G
Be rappin
Runnin from the scene while O.R.C playas be
Gangsta scrappin
Now hold up cause they done did it, diss
The lyric I spitted
Even though I know you and your crew
Ain't even gonna admit it
Now slow down T, this
Family
They mess wit you, they mess wit me and also E
Why?, this be O.R.C.
Lyrically comin wit ski masks out
The bushes
Wit chainsaws, and axes diggin
These demons
While they're blood gushes
Ima jack these demons one
By one
They call me Big Daddy Kane, why? Cause I get the
Job done
Now watch me jack these demons, hit em wit a
Gat
Show em how a real G suposed to act
Smugglin
Bibles instead of gat
Rollin drop top cadillacs, puttin it
Down streets corners and shows
For all my foes, thug riders
And patnas on death row
Really though
[Chorus]
Bone be the one wit the guns in his hand
Demons tryin to kill him, cause they no like him
Smugglin
Bibles to countries filled wit comminism
Tryin to preach
Them the WORD then convert to Christian
[2x]
[T-Bone]
Tryin to reach them pimps and thugs
Curb
Serves movin them major drugs
Gang bangin rollin 60's
Crips and them piru bloods
One love to all the preachas on
The street corners
2 dubs for all my riders out in
California
Peace to my patnas up in Frisco,
San Jose,
East Palo Alto, Sacramento
Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond,
Leandro
Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, Diego
Ya'll know, the golden state full of hate and drama
Marijuanna and thugs that shoot a quien las da la ganna
Most got both hands on they're desert eagle
Gotta
Watch ya back cause here in California killins legal
Rollin
Regals, impalas, cadis and them el caminos
Hittin switches,
Best beware of all them hattin snitches
Takin pictures of
West coast cali sunsets
Streets infested wit all them gang
Bangin ghetto vets
No regrets,my patnas dyin over them
Gangs and sets
Havin sex wit girls in mini skirts and pink
Barrettes
Whats next, sick of techs and all them ghetto
Birds
Smell of herb, and playboys sippin on the
Thunderbird
I'll scream until I'm heard, preach
The WORD
In every alley, crack ghetto curb
Wit the
Beats and verbs
Anointed by the might God I serve
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