T.I. - OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) lyrics

T.I Ok, we started catching felonies in Bankhead Riding through the hood in a hot box In '96, in the hood, had a trap house Every day cruise through the city, crack rock Got a pistol in my pocket and a bankroll Everybody try me, I don't let the thing go, bust it I put a whole crew where you can't go, cousin Homie don't like it but he can't do nothing Came through busting, I respect that You violate a mandatory n***a, break that Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad Now the undercover people left for dead They came with the OG's hanging, OZ's slanging Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they don't be singing