WillThaRapper - k**a lyrics

[Intro] Dynamite It's WillThaRapper n***a Say look You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite [?] in the studio double SO so sh** You the dynamite You the dynamite Solo rapping n***a You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite You the dynamite [Verse 1] RIP your papi, that n***a was gone brazy This beef sh** be for real man These streets out here be crazy The feds be k**ing us but I shoot back And I get 80 I will never see these streets Till my babies have their babies sh** be crazy, I ain't going like that Run up on me get shot I ain't busting fight back Lil n***a always [?] you ain't talking like that How the f** this your block you ain't posted like that And the Ogs round there tell me you a b**h Wanna beef what for you ain't nothing but a lick You just smoke for some smoke You ain't nothing but a vic Get a hoe set you up you ain't nothing to a b**h All ma n***as in the whip fit all black Everybody on dark so we all strap Run down while you try to make a call to the plug Bust a pound you ain't never get the call back And the streets with the beef with the beef I don't fall back Homicides kidnap some with all that If he run then the bullets hitting all backs Send away the leaf turn red you think fall back Fat [?] got the squad back Playing with them tools better wear you f**ing [?] Once we get the word we ain't tweeting no respond back We just pulling up sh** sour hear a car crash You hear skrrrrt blow, knocking everything standing up to the ground Hood on mute you ain't hear a f**ing sound [?] and ma squad so renowned I'll lay a n***a down I ain't playing with a n***a Send some shells in your home like they staying with a n***a If the squad so loyal leave em laying with a n***a [?] his hood yeah up had a deal with the n***a Send him back to the lord he can deal with a n***a Send his good man with him he can chill with a n***a How you know a n***a snitching and you still with a n***a I be thinking you would f**ed around and squeal with the n***a And I k** with the n***as that I run with So don't get gunned down over dumb sh** I be smoking loud till ma mof**ing lung red Keep a mack chicken and a thirty shot drumsticks I lay his hoe with the rest one clip Leave his tongue red like he just ate fun dip Little do you know he ate a whole drum can I don't even know if his face stomach ate those shot And I let off A4 shots when we spray around A4 block To his mother f**ing head watch his mother f**ing Face, nose drops woop woop Man I hate those cops I bleed through the blocks Dot cops can't speed through the block Ops hard can't creep through the block Might hop out the whip then kick it on feet through the block Anything [?] cause that jail sh** dead All that court and cell sh** dead I rather go to hell and stay But the real n***as know it's a heaven for a G in the streets Man I rather go a day and stay till then I run the streets Make music f** hoes get bread smoke dope Pa** out get head Wake up with a b**h in the kitchen What she fixing get fed and it's back to the streets getting bread This a real n***a life devil try to steal n***as life f** around try to k** n***as twice I ain't worried bout that cause I'm still in the streets Saying that with ma man on the block with a pipe If you ain't with the sh** n***as really not with this life Need to stop then they start living right If you play too much in the streets get head at the light And you know you ain't get to live twice