*** Smoke By Blac Youngsta
I was raised on [?]
Keep actin’ like I’m retarded, *** ***, you know what I’m sayin’
Keep actin’ like I ain’t like we ain’t been shoot that motherfuckin’ fire, ***
You know what I’m sayin’, every *** that played with me died, ***
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can’t do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get ***, you know we gon’ shoot them Glocks, [?] off them shots and we catch ’em
I’m brought up on *** ***, that *** *** my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin’ that *** professional but them niggas test me (Okay)
That lil promo run you doin’ on me, get you left in the desert (Promo)
I know blood gon’ shoot that fire ’cause he retarded, he special (Brrat)
I know cuz’ gon’ take some out for me quick, why he a professional (Facts)
Last *** shot at me, that *** didn’t go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty K
I’m the Godfather, know them bloods gon’ move whenever I say
*** ***, I’ma stand all over you *** with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mammy stay, and where your brother stay (***)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (Brrt)
I don’t tolerate no pistol play, boy you’ll get shot in the face (Whew, whoo)
I just dodged my case
*** on my, *** on my, *** on my mind
Been whackin’ niggas in the city, ‘fore I whackin’ niggas out of town
I can’t keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can’t keep up with that ***, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?
He say, can’t give a *** ’bout what they say (Gang, gang)
*** smoke, shoot ’em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that *** while he on red (Bow)
BSI, he a rat, thats what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to God they gon’ be dead
I swear to God!
What you finna do?
[42 Dugg:]
Watch this
Go ‘head and leave some, ***, this blow me down as you around
She probably need some, ***, I ain’t trippin on no label, ***
I’m doin’ fiend numbers, and I got that green comin’
Everywhere like hot spot
Shoot a *** dead, I ain’t do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet, niggas bang but they don’t slang, I’m yellin’ free Meech
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, ***, big fours
I was probably out here slangin’ while you was gettin’ phones
Got a lame, sent her home, *** you with the gang now
I don’t care who actin’ [?], just get my chain now
Left *** the road, the same route
Seventy-five, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red)
What you need?
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Still on that *** *** (Gang, gang)
Depending how good the vibe is, I might *** *** (Pew, pew)
I see the opps, I turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (Hrrt)
You run up on me, I shoot you down, don’t give a *** who you is (No)
Young ***, he pullin’ up in this dump truck and *** sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I’m on that shooter ***
Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Faw)
I’m on that cut throat, South Memphis ***, that *** get you killed (Hrr)
How could your posse go ‘gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three niggas thats beneath me thats reachin’ for my chips
My cousin died, my *** died, so I can’t slip (So I can’t slip)
I told my *** ‘fore she go to bed, put on that silk (Put on that silk)
Can’t buy your *** from me in person, I’m gon’ ship (I’m gon’ ship)
You know this Glock on my hip come with hollow tips (Brrt)
Even though I sip, the doctors told me “Do not sip,” but I still sip
I bet you this chopper make you flip, you gon’ still slip (Gang, gang, gang)
Before I met T-Cannon, he was crip, and he still crip
I bust down my AP just like Tip, its a field trip (*** Youngsta)
He say, can’t give a *** ’bout what they say
*** smoke, shoot ’em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that *** while he on red (Bow)
PSI, he a rat, thats what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to God they gon’ be dead
I swear to God!