AmpLive - Don't Lose Your Head lyrics

[Zion I] Wake up, gunshots in the city Hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy Gunshots, young stunna got caught up Clock big numbers, too bad got slaughtered Stunt now, he gon' pay later Big booty girl, that's a black man's savior Servin', hit the block and we pervin' Roll real slow in the cut like a surgeon Turf chick, Smurfette, give you work quick Get caught sippin', get sick is it worth it? Hell nah, but the job fill timers Got a good girl in my eyes she's the flyest Can't sleep, streets stay heated Ghetto connoisseur, I know you see it Posted, while my cousins gettin' toasted Got a big beat so fat you can smoke it [Hook] Don't lose your head D-D-D-D-Don't lose your head [Too $hort] Lil' homie, what you goin' do with your life You wanna hustle, but you ain't doin' it right Thug to the end, just don't know why Even if you're wrong, you know I'm goin' ride In the streets, with the k**ers and the creeps You don't want to learn but I still want to teach I told you, lace them beats Cause all you ever do is just chase them freaks Lil' town girl, never been around the world Gave her that pill, now you lickin' on her pearl I be right out, keep them all psyched out In the back room f**in' with the lights out (don't do it) [Hook] Don't lose your head D-D-D-D-Don't lose your head Ay, skyscrapers, high from the vapors See us drop by, ain't no way it's gonna shake us Earthquake us, sh**tin on the richter Party at the crib bring a friend and her sister Cruise by, homie dudes stay fly D-U-S-T in the back, let's ride Dipped in the caddy, stuntin' like my daddy Slouch real low, buds fall out the baggy Yoke in a circle, pullin' on purple Flow to the show, although no rehersal Got stress? better let that rest D-Boys get annoyed leave a void in your chest Yes, all bad when you act too good Roll with the punches I think you should Get smart, we'd rather go dumb Big ba** in your face make your brain go numb [Hook] Don't lose your head D-D-D-D-Don't lose your head