Boom Productions - Who R U To Judge lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs] Hit them with facts Hollowman's out here living in the trap A little bit of this and a little bit of The feds nicked me I got imprisoned for a strap It was shootings Every minute listening to rap '02 got shot, couldn't pa** the three That's when I got locked, feds were after me It was hard to see I was half a G It was all guns, d**, girls and Master P My main two thugs that'll blast for me Nuts and Carlton they'll go hard for me I'll go hard for them and they seen that Between the two of them they know I'll go hard for each Fam I'm half the streets And I'm half a beast But when I get pissed off Kyze pa** the piece Even Fes licked out couple arteries Heading nowhere fast 'cos it's hard to eat [Hook: Joe Grind] [x2] Ain't got sh** to prove n***as know what I do Who are you to judge me? You know what I been though? You see me in nice clothes and you think my life's smooth I'm a weed in this world and they want to cut my root [Verse 2: Giggs] I'ma git them up again Life ain't easy sitting in the pen Or as a young black man living in the ends I know twelve year olds that be wishing for a skeng If they get one they'll be licking at your friend n***as plotting on me, got me visioning my d**h n***as smile in my face but they wishing I was dead If you think I'm so fake come and lick it at me then I'm swearing to God I'll be in it to the end You can tell by my pain that I've seen sh** Had a little gun charge yes I've been nicked You say you ain't seen me But if you've had a shootout with them Pecknarm Gs then you seen Giggs Got me as some crime boss 'cos my team's big If you're talking OG then my team is Easy off on my penis I'm about to fly high, I can feel it [Hook: Joe Grind] [x2] [Verse 3: Giggs] From the pissy blocks To the sickest spots I'll be up in Stringfellows where the strippers cotch And the strippers watch when I issue rocks And I'm always on time I ain't missing shots I ain't slipping 'cos Them little p**y cops Got me standing on the edge but I ain't slipping off Might clap a hater who's got issues 'cos My mad stack of paper's like a tissue box I use to roll to mystical, use to listen lots Now it's all Hollowman screaming give them rocks Who's that trying to say 'Ummmm' what a big impostor n***as know me 'cos yes I'm an official mobster And they know my code D, that's my n***a Foster Got the dust game smashed we should get an Oscar And we don't need cats 'cos I'm trying to prosper I'll be linking architects and be meeting doctors