Stalley - Always Into Something lyrics

(Intro) Elevate my f**in' game (Hook) A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin') Always into sumthin' Yellin' 'f** the police' (f** the police!) Like Im straight up outta Compton Real n***as dont die! (no, no) Appetite for destruction Just a n***a with an attitude (dope) Always into sumthin' (Verse 1: Stalley) Impala on 8s, dope boys on crates Swiss movement on watch, forty five on the waist Got 1 million dolla hustle, a rich n***a face White coke & ina, rack it up on the plate Alpina Beemer with the cavalier plates (My n***as dribble down them VA on the run from the DEA) Thats when n***as wore bu*ton-ups and white ups like HOVA, and errybody had yay befo 808 and Heartbreak The streets was a shark tank, put money in the gold link And loyalty was errything! Yo lady held ya down, with or without a weddin' ring Sellin' dope wasn't settlin' If ya could smoke it, they was sellin' it Hard grind peddlin' A street n***a pedigree, tryin' to leave a kingpin legacy Pockets fat like lettuce, thank ya to the heavenly Father fo them dollas, I got it straighter than the letter T (Hook) A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin') Always into sumthin' Yellin' 'f** the police' (f** the police!) Like Im straight up outta Compton Real n***as dont die! (no, no) Appetite for destruction Just a n***a with an attitude (attitude) Always into sumthin' (Verse 2: Stalley) Dope man, dope man, thats what they yellin' Pockets full o' stones and an automatic weapon Teenage outlaws, rebels without cause Lost in this jungle, but errybody is flawed Middle finger to the law! Best friends lay in malls And they wonder why our attitudes raw A real n***a neva take a fall, thats on God Or neva take on the false facade Befo that happens, n***as blocks getting tanked off Appetite fo destruction! Thats how we all function And we get it how we live, even if its gun bustin' Number crunching with eight balls fo fiends luncheon Anything to keep from ribs touchin' Rims bumping, I blame it on Cube He says it gets funky, a subject and a predicate F* the police, thats a gangster n***as etiquette And this nine filled with cop k**as that's sittin' on my hip (Hook) A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin') Always into sumthin' Yellin' 'f** the police' (f** the police!) Like Im straight up outta Compton Real n***as dont die! (no, no) Appetite for destruction Just a n***a with an attitude (attitude) Always into sumthin'