(Shout out DiGi Prada, yeah)
New Glock's and xd's
We ain't shooting 'til we test these
And we ain't stopping 'til we catch three
Hit his crib and tell him catch me
They like they ain't playing fair yeah this shit that deep, look
The other day I almost clapped a nigga
Whole time this just a fan he tryna snap a picture
That get back gon' be so real we gotta wrap a nigga
We just riding lurking tryna catch a rapper nigga
And if we ever said it's up nigga, then it's stuck nigga
I'm the type to come through dressed up like a cluck nigga
Now you boxed up in that corner and you f*cked nigga
And the last words that you heard was this for Duck nigga
And all that fake shit don't come around with it
'Cause usually that snake shit come around with it
And usually the ones that fold say they down with it
You hanging with that nigga he told you must be down with it
And I ain't gotta get close to you
Nigga I can get you touched from a ocean view
I just make a call and they do what they 'posed to do
Ain't no capping boa them scrappers they stand over you
Like Dooski say I got a bond with my shooters
And if they catch a case then we just bond out the shooter
We might hit yo' crib like we running with the looters
You can try to run but ain't no running from this Ruger
I catch the killer he getting buried alive no buried in five
When my niggas want you where you gon' hide? Better ride with that fire
And if we can't find you we gon' get somebody that mean a lot to you
So you can keep on hiding and we gon' end up taking a lot from you
And ain't no question I don't wanna talk
And Ain't no drive-by shootings today I wanna walk
We been at his crib some hours today I wanna stalk
And we ain't leaving from his crib until this nigga caught
He coming out I saw him in HD
Ran up on him with the pipe like nigga take these
Nigga stumbling and running he can't shake these
Then all you seen was a flash, told him, "Say cheese" nigga (look)
Got a lot of shit on my mind I just keep inside
'Cause if I let it out you might jus see them demons fly
It's f*cked up when you lose your nigga and see him die
That hit a part in yo soul where you can't even cry
I done witness niggas change right in front of me
And I done witnessed niggas get changed right in front of me
Mama always ask me, "Son, what you wanna be?"
But it ain't what I wanna be, ma it's what I'm gonna be
I always been the humble type but never been the mumble type
Was raised around them young wild niggas in that jungle life
You wouldn't last a day, you don't wanna see what that jungle like
Them youngings riding around with pipes
Them youngings they'll take your life
Most of my niggas gang bang or locked up in a cell
Sometimes I ask the man upstairs, "Is we living in hell?"
Them shorties run up on your porch like they deliver mail
Them shorties run up with that torch and just deliver shells
See I grew up in a city full of hatred
Where they see you got a way out but don't wanna see you make it
They don't wanna see you take it
They don't wanna see you chase it
They gon' smile like its love but deep down inside they hate it
See I came along way from depression and aggression
From welfare to section 8 I thank God 'cause it's a blessing
Brothers in and out of jails, Lord knows my mama stressing
Thinking about the life I live, like will I make it to see Heaven?
Will I make it to see twenty-seven? I'll be damned I be under a reverend
I'll be damned I let a nigga get up on me he gon' catch six from the seven
I done seen niggas hang with niggas who done told
So I don't f*ck with them, you f*ck with him you done told
I can vouch these niggas bitches on bro nem
And I can merch that on them niggas on fo' nem
If that was me won't be no witness, nah
If that was me won't be no sentence
Look, so run up on me wrong you better have your shit together
'Cause them killers I f*ck with they be with whatever
My niggas hopping out with them Deserts
We ain't come to Send a blessing
Boy we came to send a message
Look moral of the story keep a weapon
If he trying to learn, he get burned 'cause I teach a lesson
Hollows open up like presents when I shoot that Smith and Wesson
For some shit he did in the past now he ain't present nigga
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(Shout out DiGi Prada, yeah)
New Glock's and xd's
We ain't shooting 'til we test these
And we ain't stopping 'til we catch three
Hit his crib and tell him catch me
They like they ain't playing fair yeah this shit that deep, look
The other day I almost clapped a nigga
Whole time this just a fan he tryna snap a picture
That get back gon' be so real we gotta wrap a nigga
We just riding lurking tryna catch a rapper nigga
And if we ever said it's up nigga, then it's stuck nigga
I'm the type to come through dressed up like a cluck nigga
Now you boxed up in that corner and you f*cked nigga
And the last words that you heard was this for Duck nigga
And all that fake shit don't come around with it
'Cause usually that snake shit come around with it
And usually the ones that fold say they down with it
You hanging with that nigga he told you must be down with it
And I ain't gotta get close to you
Nigga I can get you touched from a ocean view
I just make a call and they do what they 'posed to do
Ain't no capping boa them scrappers they stand over you
Like Dooski say I got a bond with my shooters
And if they catch a case then we just bond out the shooter
We might hit yo' crib like we running with the looters
You can try to run but ain't no running from this Ruger
I catch the killer he getting buried alive no buried in five
When my niggas want you where you gon' hide? Better ride with that fire
And if we can't find you we gon' get somebody that mean a lot to you
So you can keep on hiding and we gon' end up taking a lot from you
And ain't no question I don't wanna talk
And Ain't no drive-by shootings today I wanna walk
We been at his crib some hours today I wanna stalk
And we ain't leaving from his crib until this nigga caught
He coming out I saw him in HD
Ran up on him with the pipe like nigga take these
Nigga stumbling and running he can't shake these
Then all you seen was a flash, told him, "Say cheese" nigga (look)
Got a lot of shit on my mind I just keep inside
'Cause if I let it out you might jus see them demons fly
It's f*cked up when you lose your nigga and see him die
That hit a part in yo soul where you can't even cry
I done witness niggas change right in front of me
And I done witnessed niggas get changed right in front of me
Mama always ask me, "Son, what you wanna be?"
But it ain't what I wanna be, ma it's what I'm gonna be
I always been the humble type but never been the mumble type
Was raised around them young wild niggas in that jungle life
You wouldn't last a day, you don't wanna see what that jungle like
Them youngings riding around with pipes
Them youngings they'll take your life
Most of my niggas gang bang or locked up in a cell
Sometimes I ask the man upstairs, "Is we living in hell?"
Them shorties run up on your porch like they deliver mail
Them shorties run up with that torch and just deliver shells
See I grew up in a city full of hatred
Where they see you got a way out but don't wanna see you make it
They don't wanna see you take it
They don't wanna see you chase it
They gon' smile like its love but deep down inside they hate it
See I came along way from depression and aggression
From welfare to section 8 I thank God 'cause it's a blessing
Brothers in and out of jails, Lord knows my mama stressing
Thinking about the life I live, like will I make it to see Heaven?
Will I make it to see twenty-seven? I'll be damned I be under a reverend
I'll be damned I let a nigga get up on me he gon' catch six from the seven
I done seen niggas hang with niggas who done told
So I don't f*ck with them, you f*ck with him you done told
I can vouch these niggas bitches on bro nem
And I can merch that on them niggas on fo' nem
If that was me won't be no witness, nah
If that was me won't be no sentence
Look, so run up on me wrong you better have your shit together
'Cause them killers I f*ck with they be with whatever
My niggas hopping out with them Deserts
We ain't come to Send a blessing
Boy we came to send a message
Look moral of the story keep a weapon
If he trying to learn, he get burned 'cause I teach a lesson
Hollows open up like presents when I shoot that Smith and Wesson
For some shit he did in the past now he ain't present nigga
New Glock's and xd's
We ain't shooting 'til we test these
And we ain't stopping 'til we catch three
Hit his crib and tell him catch me
They like they ain't playing fair yeah this shit that deep, look
The other day I almost clapped a nigga
Whole time this just a fan he tryna snap a picture
That get back gon' be so real we gotta wrap a nigga
We just riding lurking tryna catch a rapper nigga
And if we ever said it's up nigga, then it's stuck nigga
I'm the type to come through dressed up like a cluck nigga
Now you boxed up in that corner and you f*cked nigga
And the last words that you heard was this for Duck nigga
And all that fake shit don't come around with it
'Cause usually that snake shit come around with it
And usually the ones that fold say they down with it
You hanging with that nigga he told you must be down with it
And I ain't gotta get close to you
Nigga I can get you touched from a ocean view
I just make a call and they do what they 'posed to do
Ain't no capping boa them scrappers they stand over you
Like Dooski say I got a bond with my shooters
And if they catch a case then we just bond out the shooter
We might hit yo' crib like we running with the looters
You can try to run but ain't no running from this Ruger
I catch the killer he getting buried alive no buried in five
When my niggas want you where you gon' hide? Better ride with that fire
And if we can't find you we gon' get somebody that mean a lot to you
So you can keep on hiding and we gon' end up taking a lot from you
And ain't no question I don't wanna talk
And Ain't no drive-by shootings today I wanna walk
We been at his crib some hours today I wanna stalk
And we ain't leaving from his crib until this nigga caught
He coming out I saw him in HD
Ran up on him with the pipe like nigga take these
Nigga stumbling and running he can't shake these
Then all you seen was a flash, told him, "Say cheese" nigga (look)
Got a lot of shit on my mind I just keep inside
'Cause if I let it out you might jus see them demons fly
It's f*cked up when you lose your nigga and see him die
That hit a part in yo soul where you can't even cry
I done witness niggas change right in front of me
And I done witnessed niggas get changed right in front of me
Mama always ask me, "Son, what you wanna be?"
But it ain't what I wanna be, ma it's what I'm gonna be
I always been the humble type but never been the mumble type
Was raised around them young wild niggas in that jungle life
You wouldn't last a day, you don't wanna see what that jungle like
Them youngings riding around with pipes
Them youngings they'll take your life
Most of my niggas gang bang or locked up in a cell
Sometimes I ask the man upstairs, "Is we living in hell?"
Them shorties run up on your porch like they deliver mail
Them shorties run up with that torch and just deliver shells
See I grew up in a city full of hatred
Where they see you got a way out but don't wanna see you make it
They don't wanna see you take it
They don't wanna see you chase it
They gon' smile like its love but deep down inside they hate it
See I came along way from depression and aggression
From welfare to section 8 I thank God 'cause it's a blessing
Brothers in and out of jails, Lord knows my mama stressing
Thinking about the life I live, like will I make it to see Heaven?
Will I make it to see twenty-seven? I'll be damned I be under a reverend
I'll be damned I let a nigga get up on me he gon' catch six from the seven
I done seen niggas hang with niggas who done told
So I don't f*ck with them, you f*ck with him you done told
I can vouch these niggas bitches on bro nem
And I can merch that on them niggas on fo' nem
If that was me won't be no witness, nah
If that was me won't be no sentence
Look, so run up on me wrong you better have your shit together
'Cause them killers I f*ck with they be with whatever
My niggas hopping out with them Deserts
We ain't come to Send a blessing
Boy we came to send a message
Look moral of the story keep a weapon
If he trying to learn, he get burned 'cause I teach a lesson
Hollows open up like presents when I shoot that Smith and Wesson
For some shit he did in the past now he ain't present nigga
Writer: Brett Di Giacomo, Denzel Charles
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Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC