RondoNumbaNine - L'A Capone Intro lyrics

[Snippet] How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke b**h? Most these rap n***as on some hoe sh** How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke b**h? Most these rap n***as on some hoe sh** How going to school gone teach more sh** And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh**? [Transition] Most these rap n***as on some hoe sh** How going to school gone teach more sh** And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh**? [Introduction] L'A Capone speaking, man Team Six Hunnid! ("Six Owe!") ("Six Owe!") ("Six Owe!") n***as know how I'm coming, man You know, I just gotta separate myself man . . From all this fufu sh** It's a lot of fufu sh** going on round here, kid Ya' hear me? [Verse 1] How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke b**h? Most these rap n***as on some hoe sh** How going to school gone teach more sh** And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh**? I guess I'm just stuck on that street sh** n***as mad cause we ball on that Heat sh** And everyday, I pop out on some flee sh** I love designer, that's me, sh** How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? Pillow-talking, we gotta expose him If he got them O's, then we poke him L'A too real, can't clone him! You ain't talking no bands, then don't phone him Two-tone chrome under the True shirt Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt I don't like no dramatic b**h So I just separate myself from sh** If you post up, I hope you brought your kit Cause I'm wounding cats when that chopper spit Lil' Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out He'll k**, I ain't lying, heard it from the horse mouth Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, 'nother route Hit a stain for the sh**, made it flip, 'nother house Young n***a hood, but I'm trying to make it out Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout Riding through the 'hood, we let 30's hang out And if he ain't Double Owe then he can't hang out f** talking tough, n***a we can bang out It was raining out when my mom put me out But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch b**h Some raw little chick who ain't did no dick So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist Got a whole lot of sh**, nothing for a b**h My name hold weight so n***as wanna kick Call up the lean man, need another six Get another stain then do another hit Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit [Interlude] Chuckle. Chuckle. I be high as f**, man, that sh** crazy! n***as know I'm coming Squad! ("Squa-squad!") [Verse 2] We don't tolerate b**h-ness Sneak diss bad for your fitness Let's get this, hit your block up, leave no witness 25 shots, that's Christmas Got a handful of n***as on hitlists I made this here for the b**hes And the snitches, and the lames Brick n***a, stay in your lane Only so long 'fore a n***a get changed All the opps wanna put dirt on my name I'm a still be the same, you can keep the change Ain't too many young n***as in the game That can say they ain't never been a muh' f**in' lame I watched these n***as get b**hed by the gang It's levels to this sh**, man