Trigga Roon x Y Sic x JoDrugz x Tone Locc - Never Gave Me Sh*t lyrics

* Trigga Roon * Intro Straight FAM sh*t Gang N*gga Turn up x3 Yeah we finna turn up Wa**up sic? JODRUGZ Forever After Money b*tch Tuk town First Verse { Trigga Roon } Where the beef at? I be where the streets at Trigga Roon, South Seattle Where you can't be at Right now, Im posted with a thug, Making Moves We gon' bust Im repping south of the way, ain't nobody hard as us All them pussies got slumped Dumped Trunked Blacka Blacka Ain't nobody Hard us as Real Shotta Ima go Platinum Like the Carter Switch the Chapter, Now n***a im the Author New Booties they be thinking they the factors Life is a movie but they should be the actors JoDrugz, Wa**up brody bring mo' drugz Finna Po Up, Couple Blunts and some soda Coming like Jehova but only you the witness You already know us, posted in the trenches Sick like Sic and light my blunt with a bic Y Should i care they ain't never gave me sh** 2nd Verse { Y Sic } Pistol on my lap, i ain't trustin' nothin' Get yo a** clapped, trana rup up on me Its more then just this rap, why is n*ggas frontin'? The mission is to stack, so keep getting money Seattle Support Seattle And we living that That mozzy music got you n*ggaz turnt, boy we been with that You f*ck with trigga, then you gon' get hit On the six, dont check me N*gga check yo b*tch R.N.M F.A.M yeah we with the sh**s I'll smack my own n*gga if he snitch Dice games & bright chains from hittin' licks Breaking hoes my n*ggas is flippin' bricks Yeah, they hate that we them guys I throw a opp up in the sk**et and i leave that n*gga fried How you n*ggas scream the mob and you ain't got no ties I take b*tches for chances, my lil n*ggaz taking lives 3rd verse { JoDrugz } Trapping in a cave, in a telly gettin' blazed Lil bad a** b*tch, sell her p*ssy to get payed The way i was raised, i was taught to get it out the mud I'm either jugging off some dope or knocking off the plug Talking like you tuk, ima knock you with some slugs Dont ever think you hard, just because you got that gun B*tch i came up from the slums & never rocked with bums This is real n*gga mob boy you know where i'm from Never say a word and all my n*ggas we be turnin' up If a murder going down ain't no telling where it was Mac 11 chopsticks 30 round clips This lifestyle i live he couldn't handle all the sh*t Hit her for her cash and her peezy gon' get mad He ain't watch his lil b*tch so i took her for her racks Sleeping in the day time only come out at night Woke them n***as up in the day time with my 9 4th verse { Tone Locc } Real sh**, we empty clips full of hollow tips Aiming at the opposites like here n*gga swallow this N*gga get to talkin' sh*t until we catch em in the field Where its real, you get k**ed for running off ya lips I hit the streets and push hard for my mob members Cause it ain't nothing in the world like the mob n*gga I'm a mob affiliate i keep the mob with me And if i make a move the whole mob sliding with me I represent for my family, these other n*ggas ain't mobby I be clutching on my blam while i run through ya pockets I come from a family of mafia i was raised to throw choppas Make money dodge cop's them party lights ain't stopped me I was still out in traffic all night Riding dirty 4'5 on me when i slide N*ggas know wa**up if its on, then its on what side We dont give a f*ck we go to war with the other side Tone locc Outro : Just like that ya feel me South of the way RNM Shout out to my n*gga Lil trigga roon Aye ya know what Shout out to my n*gga Sic , Jo Drugz bring mo drugz Ya feel me, we need all the sh** Trigga Roon : South of the way b**h Tone locc : Cmon