Eastwood - Against The Grain lyrics

[Intro] Yea kurupt young gotti We about to storm on you busta a** n***as One at a time Hey lets corner them off you take that section I'll take that section lets make this sh** move you b**hes Ride n***a, all the homeboys, surround rack up Entourage its the pentagon eastwood S.M.A Self made motherf**er what marx sparx, Lets show these b**hes n***a Yea [Chorus] I got my k**as in the dry k**in in the spot and we trippin on n***as I got my b**hes Off the block, b**hes on the drive, k**in on the spot and we trippin on n***as And if you ever see me in the all black beanie you don't Wanna f** with me I got the homies on the side and they all ready ridin You don't wanna f** with me I got my k**az off the block, k**az in the drive k**in in the spot Yea we trippin on n***as I got my b**hes off the block b**hes in the drive, k**in in the spot they be trippin on n***as b**h n***a [Verse 1] Being Im Napalm Gotti Gorilla, murder dogg and forreal a sasquatch Gorilla Godzilla motherf**er out for (trippers 1:05) we all trippen spitting CJKS Trippin [Chorus] [Verse 2] I got my 38 special put it in your direction Eastwood so implicit spittin shells of perfection I goez hard so label me societies minister, most underrated thugz We gon retire these gimmicks I got my Chuccs on my feet, hip for the heat, ya'll n***as can't Black born these american blacksheep its the roleck like we roll we ride Against the grain, so kick back rude boy before I pop ya brains n***a Spinoff I let ten off Gotti Bin Laden, young Adolf Gotti Voorhies, Gotti Adolf Hitler Unique inquiries for spectacular scripters Who's that n***a that left the Dogg Pound and didn't give a f** Like who'd wanna get out Ride if you wanna ride Torn boy Bob Roscoe, Troscoe Stallone on em take [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got my young Armageddon Philadelphia's finest, Nina Ross Motherf**er what the f** The sandman oh the clean sh** out I got the cleaner violence k**az n***as (big n***as) try motherf**er let him Adolf hitler Try spill motherf**er letting Adolf steal, letting Adolf in Adolfs in New Jersey I'm Buffalo Bill When in Lebanon Hot n***as shoot to k** I got game from n***as I used to roll with Dont be afraid to smash n***as for hoe sh** Get what you deserve never settle for nothing Asn if they try to play you k** em thats my only real repercussion Im fresh off the block you can still see the streets sign Lebanon till Im dead and gone (n***a three times) My music is underrated my n***as think I'm the greatest My brother think imma make it, but I already made it the game is wishy washy n***as is overrated the radio disc jockeys they love us but they don't play us What happened to unity my community doing bad Is nothing you can do to me they ain't did to me in the past Im telling my block tales going against the grain and I'll be damned if I make a song just to Fit the game What happened in real life I turned down deals twice lived on a hill twice But I can't leave this block life this is real life situations this is us at our best This is the reason you all been waiting why you've been hating You could've been patient you ain't ready to face this war you're creating This pentagon n***a you send a bomb n***a you soft in the middle Your aims all off with the pistol I'll make ya murder a mystery murder ya ham Broke a couple of n***as that a k** ya for two grand you coward you p**y Pop you scared your games all backwards you lack the heart I broke his jaw they couldn't put it back the part You a punk in a LA hat you ain't hard you better pay attention to who you tellin you are My n***as is raw we all itchin for reason to spaz out rack at the homies rack at the Gauges a spaz out n***a n***a hey n***a And if you ever ever see me in the all black beanie you don't Wanna f** with me I got the homies on the side and they all ready ridin you don't wanna f** with me I got my Pentagon riders all in the house entourage riders all in the house S.M.A n***a we all in the house, d**h Row fool all in the house The house the house the house