Lyrics:
pop out I got 2 on me (Woo)
Bro in the cut with he tool on him (Bow)
They just be chatting and hollering
We just be on the block doing it (Go)
Used
the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just wanna knock hustlers 'cuz they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all but we
Tryna find my mental
New place of thoughts
It aint your fault
You can catch me at my five
But you won't catch Me at them lights
Gun posted by that
Goin' shot for shot
We was fuckin' it up
Goin' block for block
He was smokin' my mans
Now his ass got
But it's back to the basic
Opps so fast on they feet
you know 5-0 went past it
I got my ass kicked, they said I looked suspicious
And all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
Inflicted by the drug
fightin' over the lobster tails
That sounds ironic, doesn't it?
Like dyin' for your block over cheese from the government
Or cryin' to Allah, eatin'
come,
get the greenery,
rush to the bank collect yo doe,
make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, 'cause the man,
(be comin around the mountian when he
Was so busted i cant tell you how i made it thru the night
Switch the weather up wit mamas had to book us two a flight
Inna club wit my shades on I'm
to dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw
About to lay some
it untucked
Like bruce lee wit his nunchucks when he bout to get to swingin em
My flow is a vehicle that I'm fillin up wit premium
Top of the line
came after like he's outta his mind
Givin' threats like he wasn't the one crossin' the line
And as the moment passed by the little homies had arrived
on the cell block
Fuck around and brought blap through yo city
Slidin, ima bring this crack to yo city
Ridin, there’s no competition Cause i killed it
Came
testin' me
Check this out
Incarcerated, eliminated, I sure hated it
It's hard labor for life that?s what the judge stated
D.A. trippin', he shady, I
'em brake 'em) till he had enough
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) enough of that real stuff
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) give it to 'em raw
In my
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
I got main bitch E, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writing bars under two sheets
I
1978 we lost JP I
The church was prayin “God's will be done”
All the red hats had to make a trip to Rome
Each one wonderin if he'd make it back home
a nigga Ainn all the way dwn for then get lost
Every situation I kept it real I Neva showed a flow
Hate I had to cut em off it fuked me up he was my dawg
I
woods really punchin', got me runnin' out of breath
Don't be around these niggas, I just kick it by myself
I don't work at Walmart, I'm puttin' niggas
to unspell,
People can't stand what my existence tells
That's why so much I am isn't well
Standing tall is this prison cell
Sometimes it's on the left
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my
This here journey we about to embark on
The up's and down da hills, You heard me?
Stickin out like a sore thumb comin down the block
This a 5 star
He knew a tango round the block, only off footing.
Field surgery, they say “hello operator!”
I go for clippin at his head, like a bald taper.
When
Never
Know he got it in the drought (never)
Now I had to bendn a bag that got me out the house
These niggas can't be on my dick 'cause it's probably in
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