T.F - Tookie Knows II lyrics

[Hook: Schoolboy Q] Oh, we might die for this sh**, n***a Uh, might go down for this sh**, n***a Gang, gang bangin' that Crip sh** [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] n***as said cuz in the first grade In the shade where the cops can't see us Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage It was cool 'til that gang sweep Now I'm in back of a van And my wrists got a band Got a number for a name No name on the visit, no call get accepted Now I'm forced to a man Murder raps, where you from? Put the n***a on his pockets Watch the COs, they be watchin' Counting noodles for the hustle County spread for the muscle Couple marks on my knuckles Puttin' n***as on bunk status Shoulda been with the b**h a** Now he on a mattress that we bench press PC, get the Fruit Loops Keep tellin' on n***as Why I f** with that n***a? n***a made bail but I'm still at rage Should I thank God for the hell I raised? Cause the n***a that snitch is gonna feel that grave Like, ain't nothin' to a locc, huh? Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh? They ain't show up to the court, huh? But then charges gotta go, huh? A young n***a back on Fig H-crown on wig Shoe strings say where I'm from On probation and got my gun Other side goin' for that thumb Motherf**er, I'm g**ning [Verse 2: Traffic] n***a I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks Blue tee, n***a I keep it G n***a, in the streets is where I be I'm up like breakfast while n***as sleep Me and Floyd posted on Fig Getting it in and movin' it out Getting it in and movin' it out I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks Fiends keep comin', this sh** don't stop When it's war time, n***as get popped We might die for this sh** off tops My n***a gonna ride for this Crip, no lie But I ain't dead, yeah, n***a, thank God Money got n***as lookin' at me all odd Punk a** n***as better go get a job Run up on me wrong, b**h, n***a get popped I'm gon' ride for this sh**, on Crip A n***a gon' die for this sh** then trip 4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip TF by my side, he stupid with this sh** Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth Run up on me wrong My n***a, my n***a, I'm gang banging [Verse 3: TF] Uh, might go down for this check, n***a Uh, I might die for this set, n***a I ain't trippin n***a, I ain't slippin' n***as lyin' sayin' I ain't Crippin' Back to back, me and Tiny smack I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac n***as ask, what he signed for? I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo I got an AK when that b**h spray It's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower Last time I seen jail, n***a I was cell livin', getting mail in it I ain't even talkin' mail, n***a Pay-pals for the cell, n***a Hit the streets and cause hell, huh? School of hard knocks, f** Yale, huh? See me and Traffic like a orca n***a And the black and whites love whale watch Front line like mailboxes 5-12, that's the numbers on it May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only .45, no numbers on it Scratched down, I'm strapped down Might go down for this sh** If I don't then I'm racked down Rank up there with Shaq crown I got a Benji bu*ton like Brad Pitt I press that, I'm gettin' rich I might go down for this sh** [Hook: Schoolboy Q] We might die for this sh** n***a Might go down for this sh** n***a Gang, gang bangin' that Crip sh** We might die for this sh** n***a Might go down for this sh** n***a Gang, gang bangin' that Crip sh** We might die for this sh** n***a Might go down for this sh** n***a Gang, gang bangin' that Crip sh** We might die for this sh** n***a