[Intro]
Nah, get the f** out of here
Nah, I like some of that new sh**
The sh** is alright
But ain't nothing like that feeling when you throw that 90's gangster sh** on
See what I'm saying?
Right there, all ya n***as said "oh sh**"
Ha
Hell
A yo [?], man
I'm going in, God
I got him
[?]
[Verse]
We live the life that is diamonds and guns
We can go loud or we could pop with them silencer one
I threw my first hammer running from the boys
Then I went and got a stash box and all of my toys
Now I keep a little shooter that will take that
If I tell him, he'll show up where you wake at
Try to offer me some time, my n***a ate that
When it get rocky, my n***as move, ASAP
We come through, n***as look extra rich
Having fun, popping bottles, n***a, watch your b**h
Jealous n***as get taken care of
I ain't saying that you soft, but my n***as, you're fully aware of
Loyalty, grown, mad kids to feed
Semi-automatics, ya n***as will bleed
Twelve in the head, the headlines will read
Every show I do cause a stampede
Now look, I used to bag up in the plastic
Whoever thought We Are The Streets will be a cla**ic?
We calm down before you get your a** kicked
And I'm still strapped, you ain't even got to ask it
Hold up, ain't no such things as halfway crooks
The Mobb said it best back then
I guess you new rapping n***as wasn't listening
But I don't judge 'em, I still play it
They ask me how I feel about it, I OK it
I'd be looking like a hating n***a if I say it, so I chill
Shoutout to all my street n***as loving that real
The foundation, heavy anticipation, SBG2
Them real n***as f**s with me
I f**s with them, hold your head up in the pin, my n***as
[Outro]
See what I am saying, son?
Ain't no feeling like this sh**
A yo
Who let the monkeys out?
Yeah
A yo [?], turn that sh** off