Letra

Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat Put a brick on my wrist Put a brick on your mans I'm representing the brand They want me dead, they got plans Hunnid shots in the Lamb' Catch a shot or be down Niggas switch, I can't stand Want me dead or in the can I just caught one in the head I ain't running, I ain't scared I just ain't tryna be dead You know what I rep and you know what I bleed We the ones put these niggas on tees Big dog, I can't eat with no fleas Popsicle, put a nigga on freeze Talk down but I still be up Hunnid on me, is you gon' take it or what? They need security to go to they hood How you gon' say that they realer than us? I was gangster 'fore the buzz Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah) Everywhere I go, it's love Even crips call me "blood" (ah) 30 rounds, only time that I'm deep Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah) Name a place and I bet that I'm good Don't need security to go to my hood I was gangster 'fore the buzz Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah) Everywhere I go, it's love Even crips call me "blood" (ah) 30 rounds, only time that I'm deep Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah) Name a place and I bet that I'm good Don't need security to go to my hood Rumors been surfacing, ain't no emergency here I don't get worried a bit One of your workers just spent But he ATM, meaning he got a squirting attempt Make sure you tell 'em I'm built Make sure you know you on go with the burner for real Make sure you tell 'em that I do not flinch Your vision get blurred whenever you squint Clear for departure now Solo in parts of town You niggas don't walk around (yeah) Streets love a real street nigga love They roll a red carpet out Yo' image a gimmick, so how is you realer than us? What is they talkin 'bout? I only fear Allah and I'm runnin it up Ayy, you gotta walk me down Make sure you tell 'em, I'm one of them men And I'm standing on ten, from the street to the pen Make sure you tell 'em, I step in the section Respect is on heavy, not one to pretend Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to die If you shoot and you miss then a murder commence (Allah Akbar) Breadwinner try, pelican fly They pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs I was gangster 'fore the buzz Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah) Everywhere I go, it's love Even crips call me "blood" (ah) 30 rounds, only time that I'm deep Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah) Name a place and I bet that I'm good Don't need security to go to my hood I was gangster 'fore the buzz Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah) Everywhere I go, it's love Even crips call me "blood" (ah) 30 rounds, only time that I'm deep Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah) Name a place and I bet that I'm good Don't need security to go to my hood Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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