Niggas, deep on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Niggas, hangin' on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 of Gooden Niggas, hangin' on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 of Gooden
Ain't shit in my hood since '86 And 1987, I was into the clique All the triflin' in my hood smoked moes And all the gangsta ass niggas rode
Drop Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups Firin' up fry flaggin' out the roof ? Car down portion and fresh paint in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of 'Cause back in the you can get it by the boat It's 1993 new bounds are broken If you bangin' then you gots to be smokin' 'Cause if you ain't bangin' then you to be smokin' 'Cause if you ain't bangin' then you to be smokin'
I remember back when the nigga had green Seen him at the pipes and now the is just a dope fiend how a nigga, sold a key or two Is on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
Everythings cool, I'm the man Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a hand But I just walked and left his shit to hang 'Cause in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my A say, "What up?", I look around and I say "This" And I could give a fuck if the gets pissed if he wants a chunk, I'm a get up in his shit
Huh, like it ain't shit, I thought you It shit
Creepin' comin' up a stonin' Put my shit in park and drunk a St. with my homey Reminisced on times, past times and shit on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick
I gave my boy dap and asked him what's the haps Chillin' with girl and a gat across his laps I knew he had some drama, I even have to ask it Now where were bitches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had and now I'm thinkin' FUCK I'm up south acres it's time to get 'em up My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get static Never fear 'cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, to go to war Quick to kill ass and quick to jack your car So if you see some then I suggest you punch it 'Cause what's about to happen, you may not be to stomach
Killers killers killers smokin' fry So lay it down or die motherfuckers die Fuckin' with my family, you is in the paint So don't think that shit 'cause niggero it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off chunks Siggedy south acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks And drive-by ain't the motherfuckin' shit 'Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin'
Killin' you ass for kicks shit for the murder And since you want me to die you gots to die 'cause you ta Now here this motherfuckin' slugs (bang) fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being 'Cause all I in this world is my balls and my word I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' run shit Until you to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass With a slug from a glock I'm a born killer, I really thought you bitch I'm hoes and cappin' fools