Azure The Paradox - Tookie Knows (Pt. 2) (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Azure The Paradox] We might die for this sh** n***a We might die for this sh** n***a Gang banging that gang sh** Dont worry never been a crip Ten bodies that's an estimate Look at you you ain't relevant Im an arrogant escapist Who is celibate but not methodist Its evident I ain't pessimist And prevalent for the sediment She affectionate Im benevolent Developing to experiments Too intelligent No longer a resident of the system Im traveling this distance Its been written Cause cataclysms to an organism with pistols Tookie Knows its Custom Pa**ed down tradition Motherf** competition I own this position Statistic restricted Worsening condition Lost your existence to ballistics Left sh** like Britain My symptoms are listed I need no a**istance I surpa** your wisdom Get pulled like a tooth n***a [Hook] We might die for this sh** n***a We might die for this sh** n***a Gang banging that gang sh** Dont worry never been a crip We might die for this sh** n***a [Verse 2: Mantis] Go figure, g**ners all around the block Need cigarettes, jump a dude like kangaroos finger on the Glock Alarm clock your time is up Slimes and crips so the crime is up Sock a b**h if she talk back Crips wanna stop the blood like heart attacks Arteries, west coast thats a part of me From the bay to where the Spartans be Gangbangers live in harmony f** that, you dont wanna see the truth of the matter, where the splatter where you think thoughts into ink blots You trespa**ing the spot your a** getting three shots No nurses, take coin purses while they drink shots You join hearsts, sirloin beefing, selling TEC no pointburst Up in they grill you getting smoked till your joints hurt Battle to the d**h who get sent to the void first Point is, dudes is really out here with violent minds Snorting lines and shoot cohorts just to benefit their grin Gangbanging Might die for it Pain draining Light high as sh** Drugs hidden all around the home Thugs hitting hoes and getting dome Seeing green like a green screen, no chroma key, the aroma be Cup o noodles, cup of lean, trees, they smoke you into comas g Dopes bringing home the groceries Just providing like he ‘pposed to be For the ones that mean most to him Tryna get enough to last post mortem Could be on either coast man Cross the country these hood horrors