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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Collie Buddz
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Collie Buddz
Songwriter
Stephen McGregor
Songwriter
Anthony Henderson
Songwriter
Patrick Bonsu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Collie Buddz
Recording Engineer
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Jose "Harv Dent" Morales
Vocal Recording Engineer
Justin "Johnny Blaze" Madrigal
Vocal Recording Engineer
Di Genius
Producer
Texty
Yeah, y'all know
Nah, nah, nah, outta road
You have to defend your own, well
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to defend your own, so
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to protect your own now
Full clip, banana clip, hollow tip
Yeah, it's a fling if a boy trips in here now
Full clip, trigger nah stick, rubber grip
Bullet a fling if a boy slip
Evidently, them a no bad man
Them always talk 'bout them, a gangsta of the century
When them a do, when them a try
Come dis badman fool that a tempt we
Me no care how much bling you have
Bullet a boar through you and your Bentley
Almighty God a project we
Yeah, me bun the sweet sensi
Keep my mind off of bad minds, hypocrites, and people who envy
Come to a try to take what is mine, boy, the clip gets empty
Don't bother talking about six shots, pussy
I bust twenty, protect we, nah, nah, now
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to defend your own, so
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to protect your own now
Full clip, banana clip, hollow tip
Yeah, it's a fling if a boy trips in here now
Full clip, trigger nah stick, rubber grip
Bullet a fling if a boy slip
You better keep a weapon to protect your own
I keep an automatic steady ready get this on
I put it right up to your dome, then I wet the chrome
And when I kill you the da feds come and I'm long gone
Don't try to tell me you anit heard about a nigga (bone)
Lyrical killer, I'm Fienna, let the trigger go
Anybody think is sweet can let a nigga know
We can get it on in the middle of the flow
You wanna battle, I tell you no lie
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Who am I? I'm the truth no lie nigga
Fool with I and you all die
True protection sawed off a selection
Head your neck, no longer connection
Huh, huh, killer, killer
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to defend your own so (huh)
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to protect your own now (huh)
Full clip, banana clip, hollow tip
Yeah, it's a fling, if a boy trips in here now (huh)
Full clip, trigger nah stick, rubber grip
Bullet a fling if a boy slip
21, Gun Alley, White Hill
T.H.C. from the top of the hill
M.O.B., Rubber Tree, J.V.C., O.R.C
Them boy baddie
42, Middle Town, Deep Dale, Frontline
Badman from way back longtime
Shady Corners, Hollywood, Parkside
Southside, you don't want them come collide
Green Acres, do I have any takers?
Them boy ago make you meet your maker
Devil's Hole mon a no fakers, done you
Like how the Spurs done the Lakers
B.E.R.M.U.D.A
Breaker, breaker, breaker
St. Georges, St. Davids
Get lost out around there and nobody can save you
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to defend your own so (huh)
Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off
Now ease off, you have to protect your own now (huh)
Full clip, banana clip, hollow tip
Yeah, it's a fling, if a boy trips in here now (huh)
Full clip, trigger nah stick, rubber grip
Bullet a fling if a boy slip
Writer(s): Anthony Henderson, Colin Harper, Patrick Bonsu, Stephen David Mcgregor
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