How you gonna take Like a man or a bitch? You gon' get it on nigga or you snitch? I represent niggas in the hood rich Man, I stack chips and I clips
After 3 summers in the joint I thought life was Some niggas started fightin', niggas found God You know me, started sellin' in the yard Yo, I ran into who used to have Hummers big as Hell
In the joint wearin' '86 damn Dog, you been in here that long? You think that but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong A convoy is only words, "Yo whattup" You ain't gotta out to leave this bitch cut up
Let a find out you on some goin' home shit And you to bounce without payin' a loan, shit Some niggas cases on the strength of they cream After the witnesses disappeared on the of they team
I'm as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails A I got beef with end up in the same jail He had a L rolled in bible paper the lye I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his And when I shot you in New York why would I box you
If I catch you in the yard I'ma ox you Niggas you think is real really hold they own I'll have 'em on E.T. shit tryin' to phone home In a gem star is like a Nine Milly chrome It's similar, in fact they'll both split ya are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
You got blown over the (That gangsta) Man ran when you got clapped? (That gangsta)
Rockin' a vest no gat? (That gangsta) You only a when you rap? (That gangsta)
Niggas you for your track? (That gangsta) You ran to thugs to get it back? (That gangsta)
Niggas ran off your packs? (That gangsta) If you bustin' ya gat (That gangsta)
You'd me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock I stay in a box be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation When I walk by, like, "Fifty don't play Son" Yeah, somethin' really wrong with that
Max out, I'm straight for the glock Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the The things that'll happen if say I can't eat Down the window, out goes the heat
I'll make the whole look like a fuckin' track meet Some get it in the leg, get it in the back Some get it in the foot, all over their air max Nigga pump my packs or pay tax
extortion, it happens in the hood often Claim lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice I got a problem with the dice 'Cause I put the title to the on the line twice
I rock shit I stay on that block shit 9mm Ruger to your knot shit See the difference is I'm and you not, kid I still stash money in my sock, shit
Y'all wanna pop shit? I pop clips Leave with your blood on my mink in the Six Guiliani and Pataki can't stop Since '86 my clique pop Criss.
You got blown over the (That gangsta) Your Man ran when you got (That gangsta)
a vest with no gat? (That gangsta) You only a when you rap? (That gangsta)
Niggas jocked you for your (That gangsta) You ran to thugs to get it back? (That gangsta)
Niggas ran off your packs? (That gangsta) If you bustin' ya gat (That gangsta)
5, 5, 1 blap, 1, 3, 4 blap, What the fuck you about that?