One mob - Neva Sold Weight lyrics

[Hook: J. Stalin] There's rules to this game how a n***a play (play) Cause n***as out here dying every day I just keep my strap on me and my money straight But you wouldn't understand if you ain't sold weight [x2] [Verse 1: Lil Blood] n***a you ain't never trapped out no trap house Slept on the floor with the roaches and the rats out You ain't never rolled behind that black gate When the block was slow we brought it back by selling 2 for 8's What you know about that pineapple coke In the drought, we the only n***as outside selling dope Instagram, broke his wrist daily in the dope vine Hitting it with the skert, making sure we keep the fattest rinds Locked the hood down, we has junkies watching every corner They gone scream highwater every time they see the rollers n***a tell me what you know about the trap house We really had them goons out front, posted with the mac's out [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Blow] Check a real n***a out though There's rules to this game you better abide by em Broke n***as ain't up in it they just sidelinen Up in the Bay you rep the Mob or your LiveWire Me and Ray gon' get rich or we gon' die tryin' I ain't never left the state and I ain't fly with pounds G-lock wit a ladder when I ride around sh** for tech up in Seattle 75 a ounce Tell the lean man slide through and ima buy him out b**h know she made a band after four dates When I sold weight was making bands on a slow day n***as dying every day just like the song say Never faking, f** you if you taking it the wrong way, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil AJ] You ain't never sold weight where your ice at Pink slips and sh** lil n***a been coppin whip I been selling weight but know I'm a lash kid One bu*ton car park itself now I'm the nig Fell out wit a n***a (?) knew a lie I ain't trippin bury his a** you try to hit the spot We on four five strap that's that mecka block Any n***a run up I swear get them nickel shots I f** wit Keesa and Lil Wee they gon' go for me Just knocked a black b**h in Sac she gon' hoe for me Rest in peace Jacka, we keepin' 2 K's Claiming other n***as just rappin' Swear they ain't with the blazing [Hook] [Verse 4: Philthy Rich] I was funking before rap you better learn your facts He told on you, you told on him, you still labeled a rat I rep my hood in ever song I put it on the map Rest in peace my n***a Jacka he tatted on my back My n***a Dame came home he did ten years More touched down in January he did ten years (?) in a halfway house my n***a halfway out Now JBay locked up because a n***a ran his mouth n***a you ain't sold dope on one corner How everybody from your hood snitching but you condone it n***a I was in the kitchen 36 whippin' You wasn't in the house before the streetlights you gotta whip it, p**y [Hook]