-----on da phone----- Yeah ? Aight, nigga! [???] just came on the block and try to smash on all the homies,nigga. Who, who, nigga, what happened? Ey, nigga, get your shit! What happened, dog? Get your shit! What? Just meet me on the block. I'm on my way!
Chorus: I don't know about you, but all I wanna do is get my bang on Stay strapped wit my sack While niggas watch my back Well, nigga, get your bang on
(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru ) Mack, I hear some niggas got a problem wit the [woosh ?] I see the niggas got they straps and they ready in the hood So I'm loadin up my weapons, steppin Callin up the crew cuz ass whoopin we ain't acceptin And I ain't lettin shit go Niggas got to back up, bow down or get wet up wit ammo Muthafuckers got to pay or [?????] in the night cuz I don't play
(Verse 2 -Mack 10) At night I can't sleep, I'm tossin and turnin So I stay full of 'yak and smoke sermon Got a [???] to my name and though the hood's gettin bigger I'm paranoid and sleepin wit my finger on the trigger And now my bitches stressin that I'm livin [brome ?] Cuz I'm fresh out the pen and get my serve on It's all about murder where me and Squeak from So fuck the enemies and we dumpin when we see some, so
Chorus It's the life of a G I got to live
(Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) Them rocks movin slow on the block Nigga, One Time hot and we just lost the dope spot Got me curb servin under pressure I'm so paranoid at night I keep my glock [and my dress on ?]
(Verse 4 -Mack 10) All these 187s got my mind undisstressed And even claimin Dub S, you need a bullet-proof vest You know the gang, nigga, when you dog and you loccin Kill the first thang movin [and ?] just the first thang smokin
(Verse 5 -Squeak Ru) All I wanna hear is buckshots and guts out Niggas gaspin for they breath is the type of shit I'm talkin 'bout You niggas cruisin 'fore I bruisin Ey, Mack, get your ammo, cock the tool that you're usin
(Verse 6 -Mack 10) Peel ya dome to the back, dog Cuz when it comes to the wood, they better know how to act, dog Connect Gang, punk , yell the hood out and bustin Nigga, fuck every clique that ain't down wit us, fuck em
(Verse 7 -Squeak Ru) Fuck em and feed em dish Niggas get dismissed Connect Gang [faint ?] at the top of the list
(Verse 8 -Mack 10) You wit colored bandanas and clips like bananas Homicides when we ride, so the world wanna ban us, nigga
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