Young God - They On Me lyrics

(Hook) Punk Mothaf**a (Shut your mouth) Some punk mothaf**a's wanna f** with me Lotta punk mothaf**a's try to f** with me East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh) (Verse 1) Every damn night I fight with my nightmares,No defense Rockin offense All ya mothaf**a's hate on me But do you heard what I give ? Nothin I ain't givin sh** for your a**,We high but you n***as never gonna learn Lemme tell what I got in my heart,Just a hate back f** ya'll Lotta mothaf**a's scared to holla back My block bumpin Teasers lasers You better run back Oh i can't make it chronic ? f** this,At least I ain't waitin for cheese Oh please,You better get on your knees,See my n***a all OG's Callin your f**in self a rich Men I ain't givin your dark or white but you never smoke that trees Since day you forget about gangsta rap,DRE came up again like chronic 1 Look where Im livin In this game if you ain't figthin for your hunger you ain't gettin sh** n***a b**h a** you hit a Rapper who had a lots of g**n Still lovin hood Still Hatin Police (Hook) Punk Mothaf**a (Shut your mouth) Some punk mothaf**a's wanna f** with me Lotta punk mothaf**a's try to f** with me East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh) (Verse 2) Well no Go to hell,My life just about rap,Rap just about me Free,To hit n***as on streets In hood Im sure no one saw a presents Men,If you all about this damn money,You'll wishin to gettin Then you turn to monkey Yeah for sure you dont f** it cuz All ya n***as actin maniac My n***as gasp all ya mothaf**as Then you feel like you livin like in the jungle Thats what I'm talkin about,Now look at me in hood Richie boy sh** No lie I ain't f**in with your pride,Im still with my hood f** sh**.I know all a ya nervous But I still can get I shot for ya Lemme shout for ya,Thug of menace Or I mean Punk for police Dirty money comes lotta ways,Never had sh** just lots a game (Hook) Punk Mothaf**a (Shut your mouth) Some punk mothaf**a's wanna f** with me Lotta punk mothaf**a's try to f** with me East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh) (Verse 3) Uh I can't hit some house to have this money I never want this money for fame,My on wish,Havin this power Like y'll respect to shooter,Just to say money tree's not grown on your backyard Hope you find it,look from window,Dont come here with your gold When dollar came up You just dont remember your mains Me hah No Way,Never gonna love one Of ya hood rats Hoppin lord gon forgive em Just to wishin money Since my uncle died I lost my mind Ah Dont want to see me lost this sh** up Screams Breaks Murders Times I dont scared to have a**a**ination No you mothaf**a's not gonna understand,Cryin for money ? Did my best And can't reach to success I dont think thats da sh** you ever seen Uh Dont hate player Hate the rules But lemme tell you this I made the rules Yiiiaaah