THC

Target Acquired
THC

Light it up, start it up,
And watch it burn down,
And drive downtown,
Load it up, smoke it up,
And shoot ‘em down,
And hit the ground,
Mutha ****a it aint easy,
To rap like me,
With straight up
“G” terminology,
even though I’m not
Straight off the streets,
This **** is still hot,
stand up and try me,
don’t care what you think,
this beat’s got everything
But the mutha ****in kitchen sink,

Now we’re rollin right towards ya,
In a 4 door Corolla,
Let the beats play strident,
Rims bright as trident,
The law, we don’t abide it,
So dont try and fight it,
Just grab a CD, play THC
you know you wanna hear me,
I’m the rolex watch, of gangsta rap,
don’t like it, man your ass gonna get capped,
wiped right off the map,
better check your gun,
the streets aint all about fun,

instrumentality

I got friends in high places,
They’ll go face to face with,
Your boys and their Ace’s
You’ll get taught disgrace,
Cause its not about race,
Its just a race for first place,
To be a famous face,
To have a man on each base,
Boy you better make haste
pick up your pace,
Get out of this place,
Before I create some new spaces,
In your chest and your waist,
After I blow half your face off


I don’t smoke, I don’t toke,
But my rhymes are dope,
Yeah you know it Loc,
This **** aint a joke,
you don’t like it,
I don’t care,
Just watch your air,
And be aware,
7.62, I got my eye on you,
So scramble for your tre pound,
You’ll hear the sound
You hit the ground
The world spins ‘round
two seconds prior
On my list as a liar,
My brain said fire
It was target acquired.

Instrumentality

everyone you see,
Will pay the entrance fee,
Just to see me, THC,
Bust a dope beat
to make you move your feet,
These lyrics are sweet,
So get up off your seat,
And prepare to meet,
A real writer, with tempo
Game decider, ready set go
Tough fighter,
Get your lighter, light a blunt
And get higher,

Tre pound verse a “k” round,
You know you’re on your way down,
I’ll take you downtown,
To see the doctor,
But its too late, my bullets rocked ya,
And my homeboys all mocked ya,
I finally caught ya,
Don’t lie, don’t even try,
Just breathe you last sigh and prepare to die,
I aim steady cause I aint high,
I hear your bitch screamin’ farewell,
You know you’re on your way to hell,
The last thing that I tell ya,
Is that this record’s gonna sell,

Instrumentality

Lock and load, Hit the road,
Ride the hydro on your ’64,
hit the beats and punch the nitro,
Pop it up, ride it light and low,
Mutha ****as on the block,
Dealin dope and rocks,
Blue’s bustin out the C-walk,
Every door is locked,
Stealin or 3-wheelin,
Buyin or dealin,
Light a blunt see the ceiling,
Red and blue got no meaning,
Its green and white,

Cocaine and money,
Boy, it aint funny
They see your face,
They’re gonna trace ya,
And finally waste ya,
But to them its just another,
Unfortunate brotha,
From another hood,
Anotha motha,
North east west or southern,
It aint old skool no more,
But it aint a bore,
Fearin for your life is ****ing exciting,
Cops, feds, bloods, and crips,
Man everybody’s fighting,
AK’s and nine’s,
On the corner, gang signs,
Stop, yield and west side,
But the east is where I reside,


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