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Lapzerin Tha Don - 306 (Stoon Town)

Local police news.....


This one is for 306, my town
Where the g'z move bricks, and clown
Bow down, cuz the streets ain't free
We got the highest crime rate in the country
Murder weapons, car jackings with steel hangers
Dead bodies, in the presence of gang bangers
Better stop the shootings on the blocks
Cuz real g'z fire back at the crooked cops
West side, that's the danger zone
mama told you, don't you ever walk alone
Get robbed, get stabbed or take one to the dome
Get thrown, get blown lucky if you make it home
Run your mouth, and get chin checked
I blow brains out, homie I've been that
Now lean back, you know you've been whack
Welcome to the hood, city of crimes
If you wanna stay alive, watch the madafacking signs

Chorus x1

This one's for my city, I ride for the place of my birth
Punks better stay on they turf 'fo they get got
Cuz my hood's the place where fakes get shot
Get dropped at the lake wait for the bitch cops
If you ain't from here, then don't come here
And If you didnt start here, you'll get done here
If you ain't from here, then don't come here
This is my hood, yo hood, it don't compare


You're  like a snake, you bite like a fake bitch
I punish the fake, throw'em off the train bridge
Saskatoon shines, and the days are brighter
I slam bitches to the ground like a rough rider
No doubt homie
When it comes to the hoes, I am far from pleasing
Bang'em at the side, then leave they ass freezing
Snitches be aware, ain't no  joke out here
Bitches is scared, cuz we ain't got fear
Every block is home, you can call me Al Capone
Bring it on, but I'll fight for my throne
This is Lapzerin Tha Don, I'll be the reason why all your homies gone
Now witness as I drop these phony ass rappers
Fuck trap music, and fuck what y'all reppin'
Poetry is dead, and y'all made it happen
Faggots, yes y'all killed it but I resurrected it

Chorus x1

This one's for my city, I ride for the place of my birth
Punks better stay on they turf 'fo they get got
Cuz my hood's the place where fakes get shot
Get dropped at the lake wait for the bitch cops
If you ain't from here, then don't come here
And If you didnt start here, you'll get done here
If you ain't from here, then don't come here
This is my hood, yo hood, it don't compare

Catch me chilling by the riverside, late night
Hanging with the homies , trading conversations till the day light
Just us, cruising through the city, buncha lost souls
Going through the red lights, as we skipping potholes
Love this city, the bridges, the rivers, the lands and the rough roads
Summers are hell hot, winters are tough cold
Homies from all over the world, browns, blacks, whites and asians
One big family, getting down like one nation
No love for a stranger, and these haters can't be trusted
Plenty fuckin' busters, getting street justice
Recognize my team, we're untouchable
Lay you in a puddle, pop you like a madafacking bubble
Yes we are trouble, anythings possible Madafacking Holocaust cannibals

Chorus x...

This one's for my city, I ride for the place of my birth
Punks better stay on they turf 'fo they get got
Cuz my hood's the place where fakes get shot
Get dropped at the lake wait for the bitch cops
If you ain't from here, then don't come here
And If you didnt start here, you'll get done here
If you ain't from here, then don't come here
This is my hood, yo hood, it don't compare