Yeah, d**h before dishonor
And you know we bringin d**h to n***as that dishonor that
(Hook)
I gotta go and k** this n***a, he sold us to the feds
That’s just what real n***as do
I’ma shoot him and make sure his f*ggot a** dead
That’s just what real n***as do
If I gotta k** this b**h, I’ma k** her, you dig?
That’s just what real n***as do
I’ma throw that pretty b**h right over the brooklyn bridge
That’s what she gets for being that n***a’s boo
(Verse)
I don’t like tim elbows and sammy the bull
I put my gun in they mouth and that trigger I pull
Like it’s tellin, what part of the game is that?
You wanna be called the snitch, what kind of name is that?
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That brooklyn bullsh**, you know I’m audi
Had to k** a brooklyn n***a, 6 in the morning
He was about to brag, so his life god took it
Man I don’t give a f** if we both from brooklyn
I got 40 .40 cals, a hunnder hundred shots calicos
And about 44 .44’s
My grandmoms know I be thugging
Ever since I was a young she couldn’t tell me nothing
She used to say don’t let them boys to k** you
I ain’t got money to bury you, I said grandma I feel you
I said grannie, even if you did
I refuse to let them n***as push back my wig
I shot the kids so they shut the door up
She said boy you better go and shoot em all up
Police came, my grandma ain’t tell them sh**
She like f** that, my grandson gonn handle that sh**
Either when I got shot and they tried to make me snitch
My grandma start laughing like he ain’t gonna tell you sh**, and I didn’t!
She know I follow the code of the street
Even my grandma used to say f** the police!
(Hook)
I gotta go and k** this n***a, he sold us to the feds
That’s just what real n***as do
I’ma shoot him and make sure his f*ggot a** dead
That’s just what real n***as do
If I gotta k** this b**h, I’ma k** her, you dig?
That’s just what real n***as do
I’ma throw that pretty b**h right over the brooklyn bridge
That’s what she gets for being that n***a’s boo
(Verse)
Heard a n***a talking to the fall force
Gotta introduce him to the .44
Slide upon him in a volvo
Shoot him 10 times in slow mo
Deal get a rush when I open the jar
Ding in the park coke in the corn
Enemies got no hope when it’s on
You get a hand shot if you go for it john
My mom and grandma, both of them gone
My old head mike shoot dope in his arm
You ain’t never have to sell coke in the storm
Or how your door kicked in 4 in the morn’
Nah, real n***as doing rap beats
We put hands on them crack teeth
All these rap n***as act sweet
100 hot choppa in the backseat
21 when I fold the murder
I’m out brooklyn with uncle murda
I toss 40 if you want a birdie
I’m at the store, tryina take a 40
(Hook)
I gotta go and k** this n***a, he sold us to the feds
That’s just what real n***as do
I’ma shoot him and make sure his f*ggot a** dead
That’s just what real n***as do
If I gotta k** this b**h, I’ma k** her, you dig?
That’s just what real n***as do
I’ma throw that pretty b**h right over the brooklyn bridge
That’s what she gets for being that n***a’s boo