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PERFORMING ARTISTS
South Side Connect Gang
South Side Connect Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Whaley
R. Whaley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1st Official
1st Official
Producer

Lirik

1st Verse
I Learn By Watching These Other Nigg*z Fuck Up The Bag, Down Bitch In My Corner Left She Was All I Had, And A Dream Like Martin Luther Straight Shooters, Thought Them Nigg*z Was Getting To It Straight Losers They Can't Fool Us, Cuz Where I'm From, Shit Ain't Always What It Seems, Mask With The Schemes Gloves Holding That Beam, Dots On Ya Opps Got My Glock On Lean, Chip Off The Old Block Nigg* I'm From Queens, Kings In My County Keep A Shooter Around Me, Claude To Drown Me Give A Fuck If These Nigg*z Crown Me, I'm Self Made A Product Thats Hell Raised, War Ready Fema Boy Stuck In My Ways, Countin' My Days Till I Nigg* Is Done, Lord Knows Its Been A Helluva Run, And If You Thinkin' I'm Going Out The Same Way This Begun Nigg*z Is Crazy I Still Sleep Wit My Gun
A Nigg* Paranoid
Hook
I Talk To God Be He Don't Say Nothing Back, The Same Way I Talk To This Nine When I Walk Out The Trap, Please Get Me Home Safe
Lord Forgive Em' Cause They Not Who They Pretend To Be, Don't Pray For Me Y'all Better Pray For My Enemies
Now A Days These Nigg*z Never Follow The Codes, And Too Many Youngin's Hearts Turned Cold
2 Verse
Real Nigg*z Never Fold Under Pressure, Either We Leaving Together Or On That Stretcher, My Brother Keeper We Been Running Since The Sandbox, In Them Back Blocks Sutter Ave Duckin Shots, On My Momma We Was Youngin's Gettin' To Is Fast, Back When Nigg*z Was Doing Jooks Without The Mask, Stolen Cars No Brakes All Gas Home Invasions The True Meaning Of Door Dash, For The Money We Was Tryna Make I'll Quota Hoppin Out That Green Toyota, Knowing We Had Some Comp That Was A Couple Blocks Over, It Was First Come First Serve (Nobody Move) Was The First Words, Yall Know The Drill Get It Fast Moving In And Out Thats What We About, Get The Cash Split It Up Pray It All Even Out, Blessed The Team First Thing So Nobody Run They Mouth, We Was The Only Nigg*z Moving In A Drought
Written by: R. Whaley
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