Dubba-AA flexing
Mook on the beats
Mmm, you know we living, we on
This Is The Sound
Look
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the
other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up
Damn right, we screaming self-defense, he shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence, see them pussy niggas shouldn't have ran up on me
Who the fuck said
that I was hidin'? I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight, I ain't never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shit a shame
I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shit
We be on some rockout with that Glock out, on some G shit
I be with them youngins, really mopped out on that three shit
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit
We be on some fuckin' hit his mama house when his bitch in there
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip niggas, only life that I had
What they don't know, he knocked down foenem and did it all
with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah
I don't give a fuck how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same, you need to stop fucking with him
Dig what I'm saying?
And everybody think this shit a game
I already know it's murder behind this shit
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(Dubba-aa flexing) (Mook on the beats) Mmm, you know we living, we on (This Is The Sound) Look Sometimes the best response is none at all You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked You 'posed to walk it how you talk it But shit, I still ain't got my point across Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong F*ck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome Lul Timmy riding right or wrong Blood on your brother on the ground, gon' pick your mans up Damn right we screaming self defense He shouldn't have never put his hands on me Look at the footage, that's all the evidence See them pussy niggas shouldn't have ran up on me Who the f*ck said that I was hidin'? I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me And to set the records straight I ain't never had no show inside the A Million on my head, that's what they say That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight Come run up on me, bite the bait Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake That shit a shame, I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave Ayy, we be on some beast shit We be on some roc kout with that Glock out on some G shit I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three shit We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit We be on some fucking hit his mama house when his bitch in there (yeah) Sometimes the best response is none at all You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked You 'posed to walk it how you talk it But shit, I still ain't got my point across Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong F*ck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome Lul Timmy riding right or wrong Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body Right by the store with all them Crip niggas, only life that I had What they don't know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, whoa I don't give a f*ck how no one feel My mans ain't do nothing wrong And if your mans wouldn't have did the same You need to stop fucking with him They on our side And everybody think this shit a game I already know it's murder behind this shitBecome A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
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