Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real sh*t son they don't want beef
I cock that aim that sh*t out the window
Spray there ain't a shell that bend my heat
Ya'll niggas better lay down yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round ya a** ain't gon' make it
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothaf**ka where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire boy drop and roll
Niggas'll heat ya a** up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump with shorty bouncin' that a**
I won't f**k gimme a second I'ma holla I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya a** up nice you play me like a punk
In my hood
Niggas got love for me but I don't go no where without my strap
A lil dro' a lil hennessy a ni**a just don't know how to act
Niggas is grimey I stay on point I move with my gat
Niggas might buck at me so I keep somethin' around to buck back
I don't trust a mothaf**kin' soul when the D's come they fool
On my first case they told where I'm from it ain't safe
To have more than a eighth niggas'll come to your place
Put a gun in your face tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate niggas will pop at you
Run the light then pop at Jake trust me son niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observin' in my hood these niggas be dumbin'
Shots go off at the dice game all you see is 'em runnin'
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler how the f**k I'm supposed to eat when its hot
That house party off the hook until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you sh*t out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
Shorty down there on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
Sh*t b**ch get out a pocket she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I'm from they wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gon' and shoot your whip up
You know not to do good now
Niggas might buck at me so I
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