Yo, when you see me with the strap
You should probably run
Cause the Tommy gun
Leave a nigga body done
Everybody act tough
Till the shotty come
Ten niggas fronted on you
You aint Homi none
I would've been back in
20 mother f*cking minutes
Thats a world record nigga
I aint talking guinness
If its witnesses I'm like
Mind ya f*cking business
I got shells ima serve em
I ain't talking tennis
My niggas turn up quick
Like what's really good
You could find us trevaugning
We be in the hood
And I don't wrestle with niggas
Ima let it graze ya
Or have my nigga Ramone
Hit you with the razor
I point the finger when
Its time to get a nigga hit
Wooo Ya'll point the finger
When its time to snitch
If you pussy you can get it
Like steel nigga
All this fake shit what happened
To the real niggas
Tom ford mustard kicks
Hood got me clutching grips
I write a statement that paper
Will tell em suck a dick
Cant trust a bitch she f*ck him
And cover with that's my brother shit
Cloth different new generation be on
Some sucker shit Raheem shouldn't have
Reached for the hammer Q I warned him
Bishop in the flesh I don't feel him
This hammer barking
Them coppers run the phones
Talking operations will cost em
The streets talking
Block clicking I need a portion
Extortion been clutching since wifey
Had that abortion give these niggas hugs
Before you hit em with slugs
It hurt more to have to kill a muh f*cker
You love a thin line between
Ya real street brothers and blood
Finshed school said f*ck a job
Went back to f*cking with drugs
We aint for nothing don't be the one
To get a bullet from this steel nigga
Ayo Cash we the last of all the real niggas
Thats Facts
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Yo, when you see me with the strap
You should probably run
Cause the Tommy gun
Leave a nigga body done
Everybody act tough
Till the shotty come
Ten niggas fronted on you
You aint Homi none
I would've been back in
20 mother f*cking minutes
Thats a world record nigga
I aint talking guinness
If its witnesses I'm like
Mind ya f*cking business
I got shells ima serve em
I ain't talking tennis
My niggas turn up quick
Like what's really good
You could find us trevaugning
We be in the hood
And I don't wrestle with niggas
Ima let it graze ya
Or have my nigga Ramone
Hit you with the razor
I point the finger when
Its time to get a nigga hit
Wooo Ya'll point the finger
When its time to snitch
If you pussy you can get it
Like steel nigga
All this fake shit what happened
To the real niggas
Tom ford mustard kicks
Hood got me clutching grips
I write a statement that paper
Will tell em suck a dick
Cant trust a bitch she f*ck him
And cover with that's my brother shit
Cloth different new generation be on
Some sucker shit Raheem shouldn't have
Reached for the hammer Q I warned him
Bishop in the flesh I don't feel him
This hammer barking
Them coppers run the phones
Talking operations will cost em
The streets talking
Block clicking I need a portion
Extortion been clutching since wifey
Had that abortion give these niggas hugs
Before you hit em with slugs
It hurt more to have to kill a muh f*cker
You love a thin line between
Ya real street brothers and blood
Finshed school said f*ck a job
Went back to f*cking with drugs
We aint for nothing don't be the one
To get a bullet from this steel nigga
Ayo Cash we the last of all the real niggas
Thats Facts
You should probably run
Cause the Tommy gun
Leave a nigga body done
Everybody act tough
Till the shotty come
Ten niggas fronted on you
You aint Homi none
I would've been back in
20 mother f*cking minutes
Thats a world record nigga
I aint talking guinness
If its witnesses I'm like
Mind ya f*cking business
I got shells ima serve em
I ain't talking tennis
My niggas turn up quick
Like what's really good
You could find us trevaugning
We be in the hood
And I don't wrestle with niggas
Ima let it graze ya
Or have my nigga Ramone
Hit you with the razor
I point the finger when
Its time to get a nigga hit
Wooo Ya'll point the finger
When its time to snitch
If you pussy you can get it
Like steel nigga
All this fake shit what happened
To the real niggas
Tom ford mustard kicks
Hood got me clutching grips
I write a statement that paper
Will tell em suck a dick
Cant trust a bitch she f*ck him
And cover with that's my brother shit
Cloth different new generation be on
Some sucker shit Raheem shouldn't have
Reached for the hammer Q I warned him
Bishop in the flesh I don't feel him
This hammer barking
Them coppers run the phones
Talking operations will cost em
The streets talking
Block clicking I need a portion
Extortion been clutching since wifey
Had that abortion give these niggas hugs
Before you hit em with slugs
It hurt more to have to kill a muh f*cker
You love a thin line between
Ya real street brothers and blood
Finshed school said f*ck a job
Went back to f*cking with drugs
We aint for nothing don't be the one
To get a bullet from this steel nigga
Ayo Cash we the last of all the real niggas
Thats Facts
Writer: Curtis Little
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