Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song)

Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it

Winchester Remington's, any shotty I'll hit it

Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is dapper

Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker

Yo, various styles and, various hot ****

Killed a ***** on a train with Barry Slotnick, dude

Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck

Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to ****

Do the knowledge, I'm ill

Especially when the god swallowing pills

Spaz out on your ***** while she gobble my dill

All my *****s went through drama, for real

Ruck dred, Ag*****, body armor steel, squar from the ville

Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill

Ya'll *****s chill before ya moma get killed, yo

Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill

Ya'll *****s chill before ya moma get killed, yo

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my *****s, keep rising to the top

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my *****s, keep rising to the top

Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Ag*****

Where it's me and my *****s, my *******, my guns and my cars

My dogs don't care, they'll kill these rap stars

I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad

I'mma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all

Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all

Come back to the block, then I break y'all *****

Get murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl

Listen up, pa, don't **** with Ag*****

None of these *****s could never see the catalog

I don't give a **** if it's digital or analog

I flip, to any style, pa, press record

Give me a million, that's how you blessed the lord

Bull**** me? I won't even step to y'all

Consider the ****, this is what I left with y'all

Look at all the hot ****, that I kept from y'all

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my *****s, keep rising to the top

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my *****s, keep rising to the top

It's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere

Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right

It's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share

*****s is gettin' high, *****s is gettin' high

I love spittin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough

Like I love hittin' rats and hoes

I've been to club, where the stash is yo

Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god

Got some **** up in the trunk of my car

We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar

Bottom line duke; **** who you are

Spit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars

The flame from Ruck and Ag*****, and lendin' y'all spitly

We come through like this from Brooklyn, my *****s hopin' ****ly

While *****s like Blick Street that be reppin' with me

My ***** Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly

It's Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly

We don't waste no time, we take care of this quickly

For real my nitly, it's about to get off the hitly

For ****ly, you know where I'm at, my *****, hit me

And God be with me, through the streets I move switfly

You want war, with a *****, pa, then come and get me

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my *****s, keep rising to the top

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my *****s, keep rising to the top

It's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere

Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right

It's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share

Everybody gettin' high, everybody gettin' high

It's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere

Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right

It's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share

*****s is gettin' high, *****s is gettin' high