Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Ventin' Lyrics
[Intro: Demetrius Capone]Yo, I don't ***** with the police, hating ass niggasOr these young niggas trying to set trip on meAsking me where I'm from, I'm a grown man niggaAnd ***** these niggas trying to dumb down rapMy real niggas feel me[Hook: Demetrius Capone]Y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all, y'allNever seen a nigga this raw, nawI piss em off, ***** what you thoughtI'm the realest nigga y'all ever sawY'all ever sawYo yo yo yo yo yo, yoThis is how real shit go, goMy niggas know, my niggas knowI'mma kick the realest shit that I ever wroteI ever wrote[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]Yo, ***** this unjust system, I just need a just systemNeed to adjust the system, ***** the criminal justice systemI wish I coulda told Oscar Grant to watch his backGeronimo Ji Jaga Pratt, and a Dodger cap, I'll be thatKelly Thomas, Manuel Diaz, wish I coulda brought em backCops abuse they power, cowards, lets put a stop to thatWait, before you think my views distorted towards policeCome walk down memory's dark corridor with meMe and my older bro was teens, leaving the grocery store as weWent to strolling towards our ve-hicle, noticed 4 policeThen soon as we got out the parking lot, they rolled up on us deepTold us freeze, or they'll squeeze, there was a cordial ?Opened both our doors to .357 magnums pointed at usThey told us they looking for killers who look like both my bro and meSee, the murder had just occurred, we pulled our whereabouts with grocery store receiptsThis is real, this ain't oratory, G***** police[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]I'm addressing the haters, I'm expressing my angerI'm addressing anyone jealous of the success of his neighborsLet's get this shit straight, envy is a ***** traitWhen men stray from men's traits, it's like they might as well menstruateMy nigga I ain't a hater, but nigga I hate a haterI wanna take a razor-sharp sabre and shave the face of a haterThe worst hate comes from those who was your friends beforeAnalyze your friends before you trust em, sometimes your friends be foesWhen you get fame, then they'll hateShoot down your dreams, MLKSame thing happened to PAC, JMJ, JFKI don't owe you shit, success comes to those who waitBut you want it sooner on some OU shitYeah but truthfully, you hating ass niggas should root for meSalute a G, I represent what the youth could beInstead you wanna take root from me, you reap what you sowYou wanna eat what I grow, but won't get a fruit from meYou wasn't in the booth with me, I look down on you like you 2'3"[Hook: Demetrius Capone][Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]So many street names or ghetto soldiers have fallen behindThe sun races to the finish line, we falling behindThey ask where I'm from, I'mma respond with poverty all of the timeThey calling us ignorant, I'm calling us blindYou know how many lives get took just from minds thats crooked, and 9's and bulletsFrom riders pulling up and arriving after riding aroundLike surprise and pulling out shit like "Where you from?", bearing gunsI'm not looking for a Pulitzer Prize for putting these lines in booksI'm just sick of my niggas copping clothes with the sickest designsThinking they'll get some dimes to looking, then finding themselves in situations thats deadlyOver what type of *****ing color my nigga's shirts paintedOr if niggas turf-bangingI'm sick of hurt, anguish, profanity's my first languageMaybe a quote from Crook can convince em"Seek knowledge to speak wisdom, and gangbang against the system"[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]***** dumbing down rap, what's the world coming to***** the world, literally, now I'm what the worlds cumming toY'all be sounding like faggots when you rapping, ***** that, because of youMy screws done come unloose, now I'm crazy enough to tell the *****ing truth***** this new ratchet era, I'm from the true ratchet eraRatchet carriers back when there was a passion for rap and you had to careWhen a rapper could stare in the mirror and there was a rapper with actual talentWho stared right back at you, now you new guys should be scared to look at yourself and in fact you embarrassing usYou cats should be wearing some blush, now add mascaraI'm finna scare-up pricks, that stir up shit, you niggas made a massive errorLetting this bastard bare a mic, cuz I've got a massive pair a ballsI'm finna mash and air it all, the fans and the masses they're at fault toRatchet-ass shit, the fans had a hand in that shitIt's up to the fans to demand the classics, get off bandwagons and ban that whacknessGet on board with the penmanship, it seems as if we've abandoned that shitThen we gotta educate the younger fans, who don't understand they a *****ing fan of whack shit[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
