Adam Catania - Pick One lyrics

[Produced By DP Beats GGP] [Hook] Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indiana toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention n***as full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail n***a pick one [Verse 1] Your drawers got lit on it, talking money I been on ya Don't make me up this fif on ya, give your a** a 51 I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61 You don't even smoke that 87, you be smokin' that sh**ty stuff I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93 Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me I don't even like to talk but my money it like to speak You got 15 for a V sh** that's aight with me But I gotta call you back cause your first price was beat On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed Let an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey things [Hook] Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention n***as full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail n***a pick one [Verse 2] Dead or in jail n***a pick one Heaven or in hell a n***a in one I don't play ball I cross the N1 Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point I'm rolling up backwoods f** your damn joint I don't like them swishers they don't feel right You feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel like I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right I'm riding with that missile I won't miss you, I'm gonna hit you Wa**up to the bay, wa**up South Central Wa**up to L.A, I'm some Chiraq a** n***a I still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistol [Hook] Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention n***as full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail n***a pick one