Young Roc - K-Town Anthem lyrics

Young Roc on the beat [Intro: Lil Hood] I ran into this n***a and he said he ain't heard 'bout where I'm from I said, “k**een, Texas, 2-5-4, n***a, is you dumb?” He said, “Oh yeah, I heard about y'all, Green City and C Stone” And said, “Yea that's them, but we the Grip Boyz and don't you ever forget about Lone” He said, “Grip Boyz? I ain't never heard of y'all is y'all sure y'all from that town?” I said, “Oh yea, we gets no radio play because we talk about what's really going down.” He said, “Like what?” “The k**ing.” “And what?” “The d**.” “And what?” “Them gangstas and them muth f**in thugs.” [Hook: Lil Hood] Yeah, this how it go down in the K It's the hood it ain't all about the military base (YEEEAAAH) And you can get k**ed in the K It don't matter where you live, it don't matter where you stay (YEEEAAAH) I f** with some n***as in the 4-1 (YEEEAAAH) I f** with some n***as in the 4-3 (YEEEAAAH) I f** with some n***as in the 4-9 (YEEEAAAH) That's right, that's right, n***a K Town [Verse 1: Lil' Hood] Now what you wanna do n***a? You wanna bang or box? Because my gun got a dangerous shot n***a it's your choice You ain't got no choice but to catch the gra** when my n***as bout to bang the Glock This ol' snitching a** n***a probably hang with cops Ima hit you even if you wanna bang or not We be deep, but I probably be the man to pop And how you hustle when you never ever slang the rock? And you can't spell k**een without the word k** Now get one the ground mutha f**a you know the drill And don't make a sound mutha f**a, you know we real We know you a clown mutha f**a, that's how you feel A gorilla, no King Kong This the theme song I be puttin' n***as to sleep So let them dream on n***a, I ain't no punk, I ain't a little n***a Don't let your mouth and your tongue get you k**ed n***a I'm a mutha f**in monster, beast, they don let me off the leash If you run, then you die Did you get that, capeesh? I got a lotta guns, I ain't scared of the streets It's the wild wild west I ain't scared of the heat I ain't scared of the hood, I ain't scared of the beef, I ain't scared of ya captain, I ain't scared of ya chief It's B-O-G-A-R to the D Go home til I D-I-E, that's me, leggo [Hook] [Verse 2: Monk] Welcome to my hood where the young n***as wild and they really don't give no f**s (WEESSSST SIIIIDE) So here in the Soufwest better open yo eyes and put yo pistols up (SU-WUUUUUUUU) And I ain't talkin bout a tree when I say my n***as'll stick you up (HELL NAW) Drop dead, n***a, pick him up (YEA, YEA) Use him as target, fill him up Don't stop, overk** (OVERKILL) Blood gang, I'm so for real (5-9) 5-9 West Side, Piru You better respect it or catch the steel (CATCH IT) Lil' Monk represent that k**een (KILLEEN) Lean in my cup, can't let nothing spill (NOPE) n***a got a problem, meet me in the field My fist just tryin to have a meetin' with ya grill (HAHAHA) Don't think he gon' bust (YUP) Put that on my set I will (5-9) Let a hole in ya the size of a Ferris wheel (GOD DAMN) This is true story (YUP) b**h, no fairy tale (NO FAIRY TALE) Eyeball fake n***as, I don't need a scale (NO SCALE) [Hook] [Verse 3: J.P. Tha Pyrexican] J.P. a [?] I come from slim 4-1, give him a gun (YEEEAAA) If a n***a want beef, give him a drum This is my hood and you should not come (NOT COME) What they know ‘bout the E-V-I-L (YEA) [?], the digital scale The frigid will tell we [?] the frail (HUGH) And come down on the block like the fury of Hell (YUH) And I ain't trippin' when it comes to the plex (NOPE) Black tee in a size 6-X (YEEAA) Got a shooter on the east, got a shooter on the west That's one for the right, that's one for the left (LEFT) And it's rise of the wetback (YEA) In the kitchen, n***a, whippin' up a fresh batch (OK) In the studio spittin' on the crack rap 4-1-3, n***a, show me where your heart at (HUGH) Yuh, so don't with the Mexican (NOPE) Ex-con, tougher than some Teflon (BLAA) Good work, never ever stepped on (YEA) Whoop a n***a, yea, like he was my stepson (HUGH) Yea, and I'm something like a juggernaut In the kitchen with a bu*ter block (HUGH) Pull it out and it look like Country Crock n***a put it in his pipe, n***a, watch as his heart stop (WOOOOOOOO) (WATCH AS HIS HEART STOP) Give him a resuscitator Losin' breath, give him a respirator In the Evil chillin with the [?] Or in the Swamp, chillin' with the alligators [Hook] [Verse 4: B.I.G. Steve] Naw [?] k** City B-I-G to the Steve Fo' one trae, Evil Side East side's green and white (MY HOOD) Evil set for life, I would've popped up twice (I MEAN IT) k** City life when I grab the mic (THE K) I rip it up, like a parasite, aye (UH HUH) Check my resume, fo' one trae Gimmie me a beat, I go ham like a buffet (ALL DAY) Free Big Spade In reality k**een on the map and you know it's a dynasty Put it in they face, like a toothache [?] and brush, like some Colgate toothpaste (b*tch) Downtown up in the cut And I'm riding green like my four leaf clover luck, ugh (b*tch) No limits like Master P (NAW) Drop a track, then listen to this masterpiece (YUH) I go off and keep it G Trunk pop and kick, but no karate Put an Army base, we bust like a G.I., fly like a G5 (BOOM, BOOM) B.I.G. Steve too live Belly, that Belly mode I'm commin' through stuntin' and I'm sittin' swole Purple, Barney in the Swisher Candy paint drippin, stay wet call it Flipper (HA) In my studio all you smell is reefer Jordan 7 Barcelona all on my sneaker, ho