Allen Iverson AKA Jewels 40 Bars (Dirty) Lyrics

For the year 2G the rap game change for one name
Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane
Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated
You went platinum wit a ghost writer,
so in the game you won you cheated
My slang bang when you need it
You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it
(*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it
Anything to do wit millions I'ma be wit it
Hats off to the hardcore n____z f--- the rest
In my guess y'all useless, just talkin music
Never mistake me for a fake MC
You got the wrong idea n____ I'm CT fool
Get murdered in a second in the first degree
Come to me wit f__got tendacies
You'll be sleepin where the maggots be
Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef actually
but when it's on I raise first automatically
Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty
Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime
Ten Bentleys in one line
Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines
Snipers hittin n____z long distance for a rate
Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water
Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders
One luv to the ol school n____z
They in the jail tryin to raise us
Even the ones that tried to blaze us
but couldn't even graze us
See dem b____ azz n____z y'all killin don't amaze us
Y'all s_____n I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage
(DIS MY n____ JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS
YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SH--)
Everybody stay fly get money kill and f--- b____es
I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches
VA's finest fillin up ditches, when n____z turn to b____es
die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall midgets
I know killaz that kill for a fee
that'll kill yo' a__ for free, believe me
How you wanna die fast or slowly?
Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie
I bought yo s--- it was weak, trashed it now you owe me
All the hardcore n____s know me
I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherf---er
Takin anything that's rightfully mines
l___, AKs, rifles, and nines
Physique crew, thick designs
wit jewels that shine all the time
Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique
Got n____s while you eat s--- sleep and beat yo meat
die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street
n____s screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born
but f--- it he gon life must go on n____s don't live that long
but hoes in wigs n____s that think they head strong
got n____s hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song
THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK
JUST FORTY f---IN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!!
YO!!