Heem - Radio Raheem Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh
Ayo, ayo
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They know, they know (haha)
It's that Eastside grimy, nigga
Know where to find me
Look, uh, uh

Now what you know about dope game, cocaine? Uh
Say, what you know about gun shots close range? Uh (bap, bap, bap, bap)
The OG told me keep it hunnid and don't change nothin' (don't change shit, nigga)
Drag my name through the dirt, that's when I came up (that's when I got this shit)
See me lit, now that same nigga showin' fake love
I hit his bitch, so that one nigga hold a fake grudge
I'm with the killers in the room, you niggas ain't thug
He the man in the middle, that nigga ain't plug (he ain't the plug, nigga)
I'm the nigga in the backseat slippin' on gloves
Send a nigga to the moon, that boy gon' need a dove
Ghetto caused a nigga pain, sometimes I need a hug
Know we all bleed the same, so gangstas need love
I just tell 'em what it is, we past what it was
Plus the past five years, we past niggas runs
I'm just tryna feed the kids, been stackin' up ones
I'm the one who broke the bid, so 50s and dubs (need that)
Know the move, cash rules, the model in the slums
VVS in my jewels, I used to eat crumbs (I ain't have shit, nigga)
First day I dropped out, I went and bought a gun
Started hustlin' in a drought, put one on top of one
Everybody talkin' bricks but never cooked none (you ain't cook shit)
Got a million dollar wrist, the base heads love it
Told me stay up out the streets, I woke up still thuggin'
Homie talkin' like a killer, he ain't gon' kill nothin' (pussy)
Gave my dawg a hunnid years, he don't feel nothin' (don't feel shit)
Long live that nigga Du, my favorite first cousin
He the one who showed me bricks, I turned to a hustler (miss you, nigga)
Flip the pound two times then went and bought a bucket (skrrt)
Got my Hammer pants on, you niggas can't touch it
Diamonds get they dance on, and no, I can't tuck it
You can try my chains on, then you gon' die in public
I was really hands on, these rap niggas bluffin' (bap, bap, bap, bap)
I'm the one who went to war, you never shot nothin'
This BSF stand for you Better Stop Frontin'
They could send a whole army, we still not runnin'
I got niggas sittin', biddin' with years in the hunnids
Every ghetto that I go, don't nan nigga touch us
This .40 cal ain't for show, it's full of bone crushers
F*ck with us you get a grave, a cane, or crutches
Lil' one turn you to a game, then roll it up in Dutches (bap, bap, bap)
Grimiest of all time, so don't nobody trust us
Make me go in flip mode, I feel like old Busta
Know I pack a pistol, I blow this motherf*cker (brr, bap, bap, bap)
Know that boy a bitch though, he been a cold sucker
What you, Blood or Crip though? I ride for my brothers
Chopper in the fish bowl, may only God judge us
You can check my zip code, some bad motherf*ckers
Flippin' bricks, not crypto, this old drug money, nigga
Uh, uh, this old drug money, nigga
Flippin' bricks, not crypto, this old drug money

You know, I ain't never been in to that scammin' shit, nigga, uh (uh-uh)
Niggas wakin' up, grindin' everyday, sun down, nigga, sun up
Sun up to sun down, you know how this shit go
Got the same twenty-four as me, nigga (Eastside)
Go eat some', nigga, can tell you starvin' right? Uh
They know