Tookie Knows II

Tookie Knows II - Schoolboy Q/Traffic (交通樂隊)/TF

Written by：Q. Hanley/N. Wesonga Jr./M. Loving/D. Cail/M. Hatch

Oh we might die for this sh*t ni**a

Uh might go down for this sh*t ni**a

Gang gang banging that crip sh*t

Niggas said cuz in the first grade

In the shade where the cops can't see us

Eighteen tryna dodge the cage

It was cool 'til that gang sweep

Now I'm in back of a van

And my wrists got a band

Got a number for a name

No name on the visa no card get accepted

Now I'm forced to a man

Murder raps where you from

Put the ni**a on his pockets

Watch the cos they be watching

County news for the hustle

County spread for the muscle

Couple marks on my knuckles

Putting niggas on bunk status

Shoulda been with the b**ch a**

Now he on a mattress that we bench press

Pc get the fruit loops

Keep telling on niggas

Why I f**k with that ni**a

Ni**a made bail but I'm still at rage

Should I thank god for the hell I raised

Cause the ni**a that snitch is gonna feel that grave

Like ain't nothing to a locc huh

Went missing to his folks I ain't in I ain't know huh

They ain't show up to the court huh

But then charges gotta go huh

A young ni**a back on fig

H crown on wig

Shoe strings say where I'm from

On probation and got my gun

Other side going for that thumb

Motherf**ker I'm gangbanging

Ni**a I'm blue'd up blue chucks

Blue tee ni**a I keep it g

Ni**a in the streets is where I be

I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep

Me and floyd posted on fig

Getting it in and moving it out

Getting it in and moving it out

I'm holding the heat he's watching the block

I'm watching for cops I'm holding these rocks

Fiends keep coming this sh*t don't stop

When it's war time niggas get popped

We might die for this sh*t off tops

My ni**a gonna ride for this crip no lie

But I ain't dead yeah ni**a thank god

Money got niggas looking at me all odd

Punk a** niggas better go get a job

Run up on me wrong b**ch ni**a get popped

I'm gong ride for this sh*t on crip

A ni**a gong die for this sh*t then trip

45 th extendo with fifty in the clip

Tf by my side he stupid with this sh*t

Q in the ride gripping on the fifth

Run up on me wrong

My ni**a my ni**a I'm gang banging

Uh might go down for this check ni**a

Uh I might die for this set ni**a

I ain't tripping ni**a I ain't slipping

Niggas lying saying I ain't cripping

Back to back me and tiny smack

I said back to back straight cups of 'gnac

Niggas ask what he signed for

I got an eight ball I got a rondo

I got an ak when that b**ch spray

It's like pulling strings on a lawnmower

Last time I seen jail ni**a

I was cell living getting mail in it

I ain't even talking mail ni**a

Pay pals for the cell ni**a

Hit the streets and cause hell huh

School of hard knocks f**k Yale huh

See me and traffic like a orca ni**a

And the black and whites love whale watch

Front line like mailboxes

512 that's the numbers on it

May first may deuce may twelfth members only

45 no numbers on it

Scratched down I'm strapped down

Might go down for this sh*t

If I don't then I'm racked down

Rank up there with shaq crown

I got a Benji button like brad pitt

I press that I'm getting rich

I might go down for this sh*t

Oh we might die for this sh*t ni**a

Uh might go down for this sh*t ni**a

Gang gang banging that crip sh*t

We might die for this sh*t ni**a

Uh might go down for this sh*t ni**a

Gang gang banging that crip sh*t

We might die for this sh*t ni**a

Uh might go down for this sh*t ni**a

Gang gang banging that crip sh*t

We might die for this sh*t ni**a