D.R.U.G.S - Connected lyrics

Yeah, again another group collaboration From the second I get dressed to get to steppin', I'm on one Fillin' up the 44 if po po want some I ain't runnin' from a motherf**er Dust a s**er off if he soft, then f** him if he suffer 'Another One Bites The Dust' like the song say Bust 'em with the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay One day, some say, we all gon' die Human lives to my eyes, take a size an' bye You on your own, get 'em on the go an' explode It's a cold that arose when you chose your clothes Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich? Ballin' tills, haulin' chickens, flossin' grips I give a damn 'bout the next fool, my tek rule Ol' school n***a 'bout to take it to the next school This gangsta sh** is like d**, runnin' with thugs Puttin' slugs in your motherf**in' mug This gangsta sh**'s like a drug I got to ride an' live for the hood to show my love This gangsta sh**'s like a drug I got to ride an' live for the hood to show my love This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh I got to bang on my enemy I got to make sure they know they ain't a friend of me So I'm gon' ride on they hood Leavin' nuttin' but obituaries 'til they get it understood You know that Squeak-Ru capped 'em I wantcha homegirl photobook to be full of 'em I'll be the gossip for ya block When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock The 4 5 n***a did the damage I took two to da dome, so, n***a, f** a bandage An' all you got was a bodybag Accommodations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag Now you know I'm a k**er You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember Mashed on your hood an' got a trophy If you really want revenge, n***a, come get me This gangsta sh**'s like a drug I got to ride an' live for the hood to show my love This gangsta sh**'s like a drug I got to ride an' live for the hood to show my love This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh This gangsta sh** is a must an' plus, I bust An' puff Angeldust for the headrush I like the way the teks spit when I'm lit I feel like 'f** The Police' an' 'A b**h Ain't sh**' Plus I represent my curb to the fullest An' them so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam 'Cos the first fool caught slippin' on my block gettin' dome So f** a job, dog, I jacks for my figures Plus I live by the trigger an' I ride for my n***as On all-gold twisters on a front an' back Caddy Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy So which lucky ho wanna be Miss Mack 1 0? You gotta have a gang of a** an' be a dick s**in' pro I want a down b**h for my bride an' when we ride Gotta love this gangsta sh** an' be down for the homicide This gangsta sh**'s like a drug I got to ride an' live for the hood to show my love This gangsta sh**'s like a drug I got to ride an' live for the hood to show my love This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh This gangsta sh**'s like a motherf**in' gangsta drug Crips an' Bloods, ooh Rest in peace to all the soldiers we lost to this gangsta sh**