[Talking]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one...., it's real shit n*gga
[Chorus]
You n*ggaz say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
You n*ggaz schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that
If y'all n*ggaz want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head TRACKED for that
[Verse 1]
N*gga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it (uh huh)
The bullshit I'm in right now n*gga, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my n*ggaz rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys (uh)
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
N*ggaz want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
[Chorus] x2
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money n*gga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun n*gga (yeah), you on the run n*gga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (n*gga)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his n*gga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh)
Look, n*ggaz who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a n*gga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
A slug'll split a n*ggaz ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her (woo)
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera shit, the b*tch watch too much TV
[Chorus] x2
[Verse 3]
Aight you n*ggaz tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap n*ggaz, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap n*ggaz, dyin' they whips (dyin' they whips)
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit (bulletproof my shit)
You a 6 coupe n*gga, but you years behind (years behind)
N*gga yours a 92, mine's a 99 (mine's a 99)
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shall up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said
If not you dumb f*ck, I just run over your head
[Chorus] x2
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Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one...., it's real shit n*gga
[Chorus]
You n*ggaz say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
You n*ggaz schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that
If y'all n*ggaz want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head TRACKED for that
[Verse 1]
N*gga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it (uh huh)
The bullshit I'm in right now n*gga, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my n*ggaz rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys (uh)
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
N*ggaz want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
[Chorus] x2
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money n*gga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun n*gga (yeah), you on the run n*gga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (n*gga)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his n*gga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh)
Look, n*ggaz who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a n*gga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
A slug'll split a n*ggaz ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her (woo)
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera shit, the b*tch watch too much TV
[Chorus] x2
[Verse 3]
Aight you n*ggaz tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap n*ggaz, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap n*ggaz, dyin' they whips (dyin' they whips)
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit (bulletproof my shit)
You a 6 coupe n*gga, but you years behind (years behind)
N*gga yours a 92, mine's a 99 (mine's a 99)
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shall up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said
If not you dumb f*ck, I just run over your head
[Chorus] x2
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