BMB Flash - Judge and the Jury Lyrics

I'm not the type to switch on my brothers for a lil' pape
I'm not the type to hit on a play and throw it in yo' face
I'm the type to order steak and split the motherf*ckin' plate
I'm the type to get a Sprite and pour a motherf*ckin' eight

Not the type to spend my bag when it's sunny it's for a rainy day
Not the type a nigga talk down on my brothers for some pussy
I'm the type only want chocolate chip, you can keep the cookie
You the type think you the judge and thejury

You the type think you the judge and the jury, ayy
You the type think you the judge and the jury
You the type think you the judge and the jury, uh
Why you think you the judge and the jury

Huh, nigga think he Judge Judy
We was locked in like hammer and nails until he screwed me
Ain't no nigga livin', talkin' bout what you gon' do to me
Stop it with the foolery, ain't impressed with your jewelry

My gang striving we last long cause we show unity
You gotta take that risk, nigga, take the opportunity
Without that, you stuck doin' the same shit
Switch it up, I can't walk around with no semi

Niggas switchied up, wasn't f*ckin' with me
I ain't have it, now they switchin' up
Nigga woke up talkin' bout my homie
No more wakin' up, he down for the count

I just tripled my account
You ain't never seen this amount
Nigga said he on that block, I drove past, he never out
Nigga wonder how I'm doin' it, I took a different route

They see I made a name for myself, so they listen now
I ain't doin' shit for the fame, I don't need no clout
He ain't never ran a bag up, he only run his mouth
Nigga only run his mouth

If you gon' run your mouth, nigga, why you always in the house
Why you always in the house, nigga
I'm not the type to switch on my brothers for a little pape
I'm not the type to hit on a play and throw it in your face

I'm not the type to switch on my brothers for a little pape
I'm not the type to hit on a play and throw it in your face
I'm the type to order steak and split the motherf*ckin' plate
I'm the type to get a Sprite and pour a motherf*ckin' eight

Not the type to spend my bag when it's sunny, it's for a rainy day
Not the type a nigga talk down on my brothers for some pussy
I'm the type, only want chocolate chip, you can keep the cookies
You the type, think you the judge and jury

You the type, think you the judge and the jury
You the type, think you the judge and the jury
You the type, think you the judge and the jury
Why you think you the judge and the jury