Dubba-AA flexing
Mook on the beats
Mmm, you know we living, we on
This Is The Sound
Look
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job
Y’all talk that gangsta sh#t but cry when a n#gg# get knocked
You ‘posed to walk it how you talk it
But sh#t, I still ain’t got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong
f#ck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Blood on your brother on the ground, gon’ pick your mans up
Damn right we scr aming self defense, he shouldn’t have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that’s all the evidence, see them p#ss# n#gg#s shouldn’t have ran up on me
Who the f#ck said that I was hidin’? I’m still ridin’ ’round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight, I ain’t never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that’s what they say
That’s all you got? b#tch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That sh#t a shame
I’ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast sh#t
We be on some rockout with that Glock out on some G sh#t
I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three sh#t
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets sh#t
We be on some f#cking hit his mama house when his b#tch in there
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job
Y’all talk that gangsta sh#t but cry when a n#gg# get knocked
You ‘posed to walk it how you talk it
But sh#t, I still ain’t got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong
f#ck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Red rum, top shotta, they play, I’m dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip n#gg#s, only life that I had
What they don’t know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah
I don’t give a f#ck how no one feel
My mans ain’t do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn’t have did the same, you need to stop f#cking with him
They on our side
And everybody think this sh#t a game
I already know it’s murder behind this shit
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