Gibrilville - Black Cadillac (feat amber henry) Lyrics

I hung around with the thugs
And even thought they sold drugs
The showed a young brother love
I moved out started really hanging
Needed money on my own so i started slanging
I ain't guilty but even though i sell rocks
It feels good putting money in your mail box
Love paying rent when the rents due
Hope you got the diamond necklace that i sent to ya
I can't deny it
I'm straight rider
You don't want to f*ck with me
Got the Police busting at me
But they can't do nothing to a g
My ambitions as a rider

From New York to California
We be on the road
Riding, Riding
From L.A to the East coast
We be on the road
Riding
We out looking for the man
That killed Biggie Smalls
We out looking for the man
That killed Tupac
We jumping out of black Cadillacs!

It was all a dream
I used to read word up magazines
Salt and Pepper
And heavy d
Up in the Limousine
Hanging pictures on my wall
Every Saturday, rap attack, Mr magic mall
I let my tape rock
Til my tape pop
Smoking weed and bamboo
Sipping on private stock
Way back
When i had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
A Nigga never been as broke as me
I like that
When i was young i had 2 pairs off lees
Besides that
The pink stripes and the grey
The one i wore on Monday and Wednesday
Whiles Nigga flirt
Whats beef
Beef is when
A Nigga ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when your mums ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guarantee to be in I c u

From New York to California
We be on the road
Riding, Riding
From L.A to the East coast
We be on the road
Riding
We out looking for the man
That killed Biggie Smalls
We out looking for the man
That killed Tupac
We jumping out of black Cadillacs, Cadillacs, Cadillacs

I'm looking for the man, that killed biggie smalls
I'm looking for the man, that killed Tupac
I'm gonna find the killer
I'm looking for the murderer
New York to California
I'm asking the government

I'm writing letters to my unborn child like Tupac
Singing my songs to my mama
Over the prison phone
And no i ain't coming home
Looking like a criminal
Looking like a sha, shifty individual
See lyrically
Im easily the best when it comes this shit called rap
To this shit called rap?
Every word
Every sound
Broken down like a consonants
Every vowel like a i.o.u
Cuz i owe u
Like Obama care
Cuz if Obama cared
He will get every borough
Every city
Every state
For the blood if a king
For the blood if a king?
The government will cover up thing
Like a secret society
These Niggaz trying hide from me
We ridding for b.i.g
We ridding for Tupac