キー: E minor
Verse 1
With no lights on, an old white
bullets started
Motherfuckers was runnin'
and even myself had to dodge
I dipped around the houses,
the bullets hit the garage
Nigga wasn't scared,
just was wonderin' who the fuck was that
and bust him back
but nobody was hit
Peeped around the corner,
first nigga I saw was that skit
Just to let a nigga know to face one,
don't stop
less work
you know who up in the house
feed up the whole clip
Never letting go,
you know it's about survival
I came in the door,
Bible turn around
Now we point up in they face like mapes and
they can't see where it's coming from
I'm with the mob,
so I ain't pressed about shit
You bring your heat,
I'll bring you closer to pain
so cross your turf on vast terrain
And leave your weather set
up just by a mattress
Got clicks like fire, screeching tires,
So put this to your memory,
cause you ain't seein' 3 -A -G from
E .C.
Who was brought up by the streets
Put the bus shoe on your ass,
came in the door, said it before
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
I'm on the turf of the rivals,
heated as I roll past the 5 -0's
Bulletproof vest on my chest for survival,
bandana face, small base
With criminal instincts to blast on the fake,
yeah
Now follow me through
territorial flights, to
we gon' laugh off the hook
Besides, buster niggas get the faux faux,
with undue funeral services casket closed
Somebody help me,
leavin' niggas layin' in a fetal position
Like
Nico
I'm runnin' red lights
Beepin' the rival bucket killer's headlights
I dip a swerve left
it's halfway dark
I never let the
you
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