“F the police”, Mumia Abu inspired
My comrades there that stuck behind like barbed wires
We aspire for currency, Bent coupes burgundy
A n***a will never get no Bentley n***a working at no Burger King
Shot me – got me stuck up in surgery
Came home, shot him back, now he in emergency
Do dirt, get dirt, I just wanna get work
Dirty kid only had two pants and 6 shirts
Hate being poor ‘cause I adore velour
Ol' graveyard shift by the corner store
sh** I always wanted more
More money, more b**hes
Big house that had more rooms with more kitchens
Bad Boy and I ain't talking Puff and Will Smithin'
Bad Boy that'll run up in your room with the Smith & -
Snitching is a no-no, red and white polo
You take four birds you can sell it for the low-low
Balling, Tony Romo, D&G Logo,
Love my little chick, I don't care if she's a ho though
Bounce, sipping yellow sh** got them on solo
Got a good connect he look just like Miguel Cotto.
Percocet poppin', Whip with every option
Always on bread n***a you could call me sausage
Hand gun lover
Only had one rubber
And I had to hit twice so that's another baby mother
F who don't love it, F who don't like it
Me and my n***as on paper like hand writing
???????, why mess around and wife her
I'm just a hooligan who got the soul of a lifer
Dad was a piper, mom was a piper
Sold d** to get double pipes on the white viper
Came from the struggle n***a Nelson Mandela
Don't get the a**ignment if you know you can't sell it
Homie you a hater, I can smell it
We be holding heavy metal n***a Van Halen.
Hot summer nights, cold hard goons
Candy paint old school ??? maroon
'69 Chevy, 20 for the bezzy
Got my first hand gun from my Uncle Eddie
Set the Range Rover on plates like spaghetti
Lookin debaner, lookin debanar, lookin debanar…
New Frank Muller
n***as always wanna k** dreams, Fred Kruger
Rather see you in prison, then see you at the j**eler
Walking out the b**h like Slick Rick the Ruler,
Born in the sewer, raised in manure
But always had the mind of an entrepreneur
Neighborhood dangerous – whole lot of shooters
Had to keep a MAC and I ain't talking bout computers
Grind all the time, keep pushing like a scooter
Everyday no days off, Ferris Bueller,
Keep fish scales ain't talking bout tuna
Talking about the sh** that make you nod - brain tumors
Supply and demand
Cops lie on the stand
Get caught with a bird you probably die in the can
400 months, gotta add it up
Trying to do the math sitting on your top bunk
Money and the powder, ???
Seen coke goons get k**ed by cowards
Funeral flowers, he's with a higher power
Same day he died, his girl had a baby shower
As the world turns, manners I ain't learned
4 n***as 1 chick, we was taking turns
On the road to riches I ain't taking no turns
Yes I smoke haters but I never smoked sherm
3–car garage, 2-girl ménage
Grind grind since n***as wore Karl Kani
No alibi, booked for a body
Bail so high its like 20 Maseratis
Celly was a dope head, old as Bill Cosby
Tracks on his arms like: ‘where the f**s the trolley?'
Singing Teddy Riley
Thinking bout home
You try to call yo girl but she ain't picking up the phone
Your homey's in the hole
A n***a's in the zone
You had to walk the yard, you couldn't walk on parole
Real – so cold
n***a's heart froze
Ice in his veins, smoke coming out his nose
d**h before dishonor
Don't even bother:
“Take me back to prison, I don't give a sh** Your Honor,”
Snitches get stiches, and I don't like stiches
I like Aston Martins when they purring like a kitten
Try and get a job, they wouldn't give me no position
So me and sellingdope was on a head on collision
Won't ask for permission, take what we wanted
Yea we poppin Cris' and I ain't talking Young Gunna
Yeah it feel good n***a to be a stunna
Pinky ring cost more than homeboy Humma
Lookin for my mother, that was '89
n***as had cats that was tall as Lebron
Black top, blue top, graffiti on the rooftop
No bank account, kept the paper in the shoe box
Loved the Thug Life before I ever heard of 2Pac
Strong armed robberies, die soon probably
That was my demeaner, sh** wasn't no calmin me
Hurt when you 12 – no dad no mommy
Dreaming about steak and you ain't even got salami
So when you see O, you should see survivor
Since day one been my on sole provider…. (echo)
Going 150 in the coupe, I see you later hater
Oschino fly you can call me aviator
Flow radiator, k** them all, regulator
All I ever do is step it up homie escalator
I'm on a respirator, trying to talk extra fly
Left him dead like B.I.G. left I
Left in a ??? came back in a 5
Left with yo chick, she came back with a son
I'm the one, not two, not three, not four
Used to hustle by the store with Fila velour
You want war pull guns make you lay on the floor
Spray a hater in his back and then spray him some more
Because we're the hooligan posse, k**er Kamikaze
Raised by the projects not raised by a Cosby
I don't need no I.D., they know the boy's face
Take me straight to V.I.P. man you know your boy straight, yeah…