Hear This lyrics

Artist  : Bookie 
Song : Hear This



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 f/ Kurupt, Lil KeKe



[Bookie]

Get ta bustin like a well known glock

Get ta vibin', now you realizin' West coast get
live wit the hip hop

And Phoen, feel me comin' through, fuckin' wit
the sound

Wit the nigga Ke Ke, God he used ta checkin' out
my CD

You feel me?

We 'bout ta rise wit love for the buck

So feel the ties when it's 3 combined, and double
Kurupt

Paper is what I'm after

Talkin' 'bout this nigga that's been known ta
regulate

Lyrically gifted wit a passion

But hold up

Let out the vibe when I bloat up

Serve it up like tadow, who blowin' up now?

But son, this the season, go terminate your
reasons

Makin' it hard ta believe, recognize the
legiant

Believe in somethin' that Phoen niggas is
decievin'

We seizin', niggas that bleed, fuck wit every
reason

Let me get a breath, I said the peace

Y'all 'bout ta feel it

Faced wit a bigga size at the killin'



[Kurupt]

G'd up

Check it out

I gotta hustle, get my muthafuckin' hustle on,
main

I bustin', not givin' a fuck who I'm bustin' on,
main

G life wit the scope and the beamin'

Schemin' while y'all schemin', it seem like all
y'all demons

You want my shit

Tryin' ta snatch everything I get 

Nigga, you just a pranksta

Fuckin' wit a gangsta

I told a bitch may change up and switch game

Like hoes, we in Monte Carlos

Rollin' by like fuck hoes

Rollin' by wit the homies and pistols in
carloads

4's and switches, bounce around the corner
bendin'

Tremendous G status, like a gangsta should

Pull the fools out and bang the hood

Dogg Pound gangstas, up ta no good

I'm a gangsta, and you're not

Capital G, blastin' off the balcony

Kurupt Young Gotti, not givin' a fuck

Just laughin' and shit, fin ta start blastin' and
shit

You ain't hard, you a punk nigga

I got the gauge in the trunk, I'm 'bout ta dump
nigga



[Lil Ke Ke]

Check the lisp, whatever you do don't get me
pissed

Ain't no doubt in my mind, you niggas don't
respect this

Unlimited shot-caller, Texas rich baller

Lil Ke Ke the dun, I'ma lead, neva follow

Commission, I represent 'til my last breath

The only way out unless I'm dealin' wit death

It's 'bout the wealth, the fame, and even the
glory

So young in the game that I'm tellin' the
story

They can't ignore me

Me and Kurupt, we rip it up

This thug like Chuck, Fo' Life don't give a
fuck

We the realist, while the fakers be frontin'

Jam Dundy comission, we strait live paper
huntin'

Ain't no stuntin'

Keepin' it real up in the side

Platinum rolex wit diamonds in the mind

You feel me, I'ma hole in dolla loaner

Texas ta Arizona, we'll leave ya in acoma



[Bookie]

Uh

I have this permanent disease 

and have me barkin' everytime I'm talkin'

Seperate the bullshit wit a caution

Another germ mob ta realize that when I'm
stalkin'

Know this nigga hawkin', summarize the life when
I be flossin'

Another story

No need for glory, fuck the fame, it's the
same

If it put it down without the lights and TV's,
enemies die

Won't see me sokin' up the game, 'bout ta
bang

For the 9-9, betta know mine, surprise for the
triple time

Feelin' the shit I'm spittin', be rippin',
lyrically gifted

I'm sippin' Hen wit the Coca-Cola, and I'm on a
mission

No love for hatas trippin', I'm dippin', forever
whippin'

And pimpin', checkin' the microphone as I keep it
hittin'

Anotha gut exploded, reload it, the bomb

Took the time ta quote it, 

no question you thought it, we are now promote
it

It's on and poppin' wit whateva's droppin, no
stoppin'

The quandoe, puttin' mo' bounce up into the
ounce