J. Stalin - Hit & Run lyrics

All in the surf, feel the boss over here We get on a n***a noggin like it's over here Shoot a gang many when they go in Fitted by the hood guns what you wanna throw in here Type of sh** that's mandatory when you in the life Last night I did some sh** that would get you life Yeah you gotta remind me that I ain't living right I'm up a couple pans they ain't tryina get it right Sending kites to the k**ers they know it's love s**ers tryina k** me 'cause they know warrup We slit into they residence and tore them up I ain't want your baby mama she ain't hoe enough Going buddy sh** is in my veins boy You ain't got a body can't hang boy Going buddy sh** is in my veins boy If you ain't got a body can't hang boy Genocide, suicide, homicide That's where I'm from All in my cup, cookie in my blunt, 50 in my trunk You don't have to gimme a reason To get at you with this dirty gun Yeah, on collision with the bullet For me n***a that's a hit & run, (x2) That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run Alright, okay, that dirty gun to the home They be slit the blame In a 45 9 sales have a n***a bleed Got n***as fleeing, they throwing live there And you can't go upon my mission to be black scared They say haters been talking Slim what's he talking bout? sh**, a little this, a little that Man she peace be that That's why it's co*ktails in your house Man we gonn' figure it out And we's the ones the west sh** blood wing feeling no drive Close caskets for you snitches, I got them in the mouth And don't be on that sad trip if you don't know these props Now there's ??? carry it out Mozzy being with this line that's what my n***a's bout Homie ain't got sh** on but he first to go Now it's hela black dresses and the front row What that mean? He had to go What that mean? He had to go Genocide, suicide, homicide That's where I'm from All in my cup, cookie in my blunt, 50 in my trunk You don't have to gimme a reason To get at you with this dirty gun Yeah, on collision with the bullet For me n***a that's a hit & run, (x2) That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run Free my shooter Connor, he be home soon We get back to pushing hero packs in a balloon I bet it all on lil' toon, n***a ‘Cause real n***as never come fake And real k**ers never make a mistake No innocent boss standards here where we survive Plus she was so hard, never call your mama guard n***as dying ain't got money for a funeral For this beef I just bake it like a ca**erole My new shooter only 15 years old He catch a body for manslaughter, that's 6 years He be right back on the block with his peers No fear in the land of the homicide And f** them n***as ain't no love for the other side No fear in the land of the homicide And f** them n***as ain't no love for the other side Stop!