P Fiction Lyrics by The Game
I’m a baller, I’m a boss, I’m a gangsta (Gangsta)
I’m a Laker, I’m a Warrior, I’m a Pacer
I’m like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I’m a baller, I’m a boss, I’m a gangsta (Gangsta)
I’m shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I’m like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I’m a menace, I’m a thug, I’m a gangsta
I cut that house arrest *** straight up off my ankles
*** the feds for taking twenty from my uncle
And *** whoever thought ’cause he was dolo they could punk him
Always keep a .38 where you can’t P it
Keep a couple Dracos, couple bricks, couple liters
Niggas act hungry, I’ma fill up and feed ’em
Do ’em like a predator, gut him out and bleed ’em
My dad had a heart, but he was heartless
Showed me how to chip, a *** cordless
Taught me how to cook a *** carcass
And he gon’ see the pound if he keep with all that barking
Keep a blower, Nintendo cartridge
Roll a *** body up in *** spot carpet
Take ’em up to 14 in a six-trey
And spread his ass around like he a mixtape
I’m a baller, I’m a boss, I’m a gangsta (Gangsta)
I’m a Laker, I’m a Warrior, I’m a Pacer
I’m like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I’m a baller, I’m a boss, I’m a gangsta (Gangsta)
I’m shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I’m like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
On Cedar, the West Coast mine, ***
I’ve been out here on a twenty year grind, ***
It ain’t a weak bone in my spine, ***
Call my name, I show up every time
Same hood, same line (Woo)
If I bang your phone, you bang mine (Woo)
It ain’t *** in this city I can’t find
I don’t know you, ***, so we gon’ swap at the same time
I’m chunkin’ up gang signs, we slide for the same slime
All I see is mamas droppin’ to knees and babies cryin’
It’s a thin line between love and death
When you on the grind, it’s all about cause and effect
*** a sorry, *** a promise, *** be faulty, almost lost it
Niggas hardly recognize how much this *** life be costin’
Life is cheap, five racks put you right to bleed
Got blood in this grave for half a ki’, uh
It never snows in Southern California
*** around and we’ll stank a ***
But Hit said be bool, so I planked the ***
He walked away with his life, he better thank a ***
And this pen ain’t for no raps, I’ll shank a ***
Carve ’em like my escape route, Shawshank a ***
So cut with all that acting ‘fore I bank a ***
He ain’t Leon, and I ain’t no Franklin, ***
I’m a baller, I’m a boss, I’m a gangsta (Gangsta)
I’m a Laker, I’m a Warrior, I’m a Pacer
I’m like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I’m a baller, I’m a boss, I’m a gangsta (Gangsta)
I’m shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I’m like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles, huh
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Game what’s brackin’-brackin’?
You finally pulled up huh?
Bring it on in, blood
L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang
Bompton to Dena, ***
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Unstoppable, ***
B Team