Trap House (Explicit)

So I told you where I hang out

Ya got some sellin then

Haller my name out

Remember man me an you

Runnin up out the cain house

N***a just for you I blow his brains out

I blow his brains out

I'll blow his mutherf**kin brains out

So I told you where I hang out

Ya got some sellin then

Haller my name out

Remember man me an you

Runnin up out the cain house

N***a just for you I blow his brains out

I blow his brains out

I'll blow his mutherf**kin brains out

Verso One

Two of my hommies got killed

From the hollow point tips

Cepts it looks like hell

Three point five million

From those narcotic sells

Gang signs that's maile

Seventy two hours incarcerated

All becouse my hood floss bloody body's

On the pavement

That playa hater s**t

Is what brings that type of drama

What a n***a need to start doin

Is just kidnappin your mama

Catch me in the game for 8 years

So watch my n***a catch stripes

In the middle of the night

Seein fiends smoke pipes

Dub sacks an Coniac

Helps me deal with these phonies

Busters sellin for G's that I stack

From the back to ponies

I got hommies with L's on they backs

Who fell through the crack

And hidin shank's under they mattress

Where were you

When will you realise

When cockin Glocks

To pop those cops

Makes a Mil of these blocks

Ride in drop tops

Be foolin with G nocks

Don't trust those b***hes

They choose to squish and let em squeel

Go ahead and trust em

You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH

To tha billi ba bang

The reflections drummin like solo

Hold on like En Vogue

Put out that Endo

Let down the window

Tec's to our set

Seventeen to mix with the bulls**t

Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip

When you bust at me

That n***a slip

They steady runnin

The gun

To keep the n***a off that lay low

Got niggs on the pay roll

That'll kill when I say so

Three hay lo's

It gets so fatel

On Warnell talk to no one

Sometimes it gets to the point I

Cock my ho's see what I'm sayin

The lord is smokin

That's why my life

Has been this livin hell

For the thug life up on the street

And to the prison cell

Unlawfull use is what

They caught me with a Tec 9

An do they got probable cause

They never did take no time

Steady use of prison

Took another brothers man hood

They choose next time

Up under the bench

They say its all good

But I was young

Didn't know any better

Although I did comp out the bootcamp

Fly to give a brotha seven

Years of prison teirs

My hommies pourin beers

I guess this henny

Should be life of what a thug lives

My only hurt

Maybe won't be my last

But heres a tip for these cops

Next time I'm goin out with a blast

So if you look up in this black man's

Eyes of straight madness

Ready to buck you down

Upon the ground

For all my past teachers

Give your souls up

If your showed up

Don't hold up

We Do or Die

And you know we

Straight soldiers

N***a I got your back

You got mine

Let's keep it comin

Throw your guns in the air

Uh uh no time for runnin

They'll miss the gunnin

Its Do or Die

When we ride out

Niggero you comin

Let's leave the scene

And go and hide out

An miss the trippin

Trippin an clippin

Let's get to dippin

Mutherf**k gonna die

Becouse he lied

About my hommie flippin

Swole head and a broke jaw

F**k that

My n***a you dead an gone

But you better believe

I'm bustin back

Ain't got no time

For individuals

Who just wanna trip

You done broke his jaw

You done broke my law

So now I gots to dip

Now whip

Up on that a*s

With this nine milla

You ain't f**kin with a ho

You f**kin with a po

That be a stone killa

My n***a dead an gone

So rest in peace an close his casket

Thiers plenty more chances

If it takes ten years

I swear ill kill this basterd

To war zone grab that chrome

Plus the clip that matches

Retalliation is a must

That's why I'm kickin asses

These BHN they straight be trippin

Cus the hood I come from

That's why I'm packin

Fully be jackin

Cus these ho's don't want none

Can't get along

Keep this mo

I'm talkin player rythem

Got n***as on the side

Whose bitin ears

By spittin negatism

I got my ninner

Off of safety

Ready to try it out

What made me do it

It was hood when I ride out

From north or south

To the east to the west

Who rolls the best

So f**k your chief

His a*s gonna die

When I load this tec

To them n***as in the pen

Who got sent up for this bulls**t

Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas

That's it them n***as loyal to this game

And some of these n***as ain't your hommies

The n***as you think are your hommies are not your hommies

So when you look behind your back

That mutherf**ker might be havin a knife stabbin you

So you watch that s**t

Its real

About that pen n***a

To the n***as on the street an in the pen yea