(Verse) Open up up and take the block over Pause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters 38 special, don’t let them bullets catch you But pull out that long thing and long range stretch you Lace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizer Came through with niggas cuz most of em 85’ers Hit yo baby moms, embody yo baby father Proud of couple rappers, they probly yo favorite artists Fuck is all these charts? A lot of these niggas garbage From D Block to the Bullpen we the hardest Still keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target? I move anything and everything’s on the marble Layin niggas down, roll em up in the coffin I’m drawin from the waistline, I’m drawin from the arm pit This is that front page, continue to page 4 Every time the D’s come and kick in the same door Alive niggas’ time, cut short when they change loads Some niggas came up, some of em still lost Floss all niggas, that’s whatever the bill brought Feed yo whole team, now you being a real boss Can’t smell the sour or the kush cuz it’s sealed off I’m lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off 2 guns up, yea nigga that’s 8 scratch All pan like canned up, it ain’t wax
(Hook x2) We open up up the shop, drop down Open up, we got the block locked down Real niggas is reppin the streets first G’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first
(Verse) Loadin up the tray deuce, sippin on the deuce deuce Lightin the blue dream, it’s blue like blue screws Rap of the street, yea I’m in the who’s who’s who I don’t floss, I sit on money like the jews do Robbing in the vits, another 5 star with the bricks od down south and the trap of the pits I don’t pump, I just come through the spot shed Visions of the M8 wagon with the ostrich Seats and the steering wheel, You a liar lil nigga, you just appearin real Niggas know to fear the real There never was a nigga like I The town that hold me down like I’m big in Bedstock Pull it out, cock back, nigga let it fly Then a nigga gone and a riga red eye My movement is laudable, my hand in Any type of handgun seems so compatible Rappin emphatical, dogs so radical Pull out the mack so I can rat tat tatter you Nigga you should leave it at that I’m a cool fly nigga that get weed in stacks Driving in a hardtop drop Couple homies got killed, couple homies got popped Dumping 7 grams cuz the plan don’t stop Like when it’s hot in the projects the fans don’t stop I’m in the lex land with my hand on the gwap Off the end of island, camp 10 on the block Told you bout the fam, just imagine when the shit hit it Niggas got a pound then you know we getting lit with it You getting money then stick with it Pass me the mic, I’m sick with it Something like Cyrus the Virus Came from the dirt but my touch is like the Midas
(Hook x2) We open up up the shop, drop down Open up, we got the block locked down Real niggas is reppin the streets first G’s coming here first, remember to squeeze firstTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
