Chorus —
(one) gun go offshowin’ everything is lost
(two) hold between me and youthese the rulesc’mon
(three) yowe gotta stand together to take cream’n
(four) without me and you the crew just could never be
Verse 1:
Imaginative mentalblood flyin’
The most hardest niggas cock they iron
Foullive like a lion
Listen to the streets and your gun go off
Sorta like a show off
Jungle way of livin’hittin’ dro off
Lifestyle changes niggas see that
They gettin’ anxious just to throw one in your ski hat
Watch your languageyeahyou fresher than a million bucks
You got a new hustleyou hardly knew niggas would envy lust
They gettin’ hungrier and niggas bust
They lit a bigger dutch
Fixin’ them calicos to dig your guts
Detectives roam
Niggas come home and got a bigger dome
Ready to zone on what a nigga own
Caught in the mischief
How can you live when it’s a sickness
That sorrounds that projects and the trenches
Walkin’ through the bushes at night
You gotta be sharp like a butcher knife
Subtly show up when the jooks is right
And everything will have a major like
Whether it’s black or white
Nobody knows until they snatch your life
Wake up sonthe season’s just a thing the mind make up
It’s only real kidhawake up!
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Verse 2:
The meat market pardon methe heat market
Chillwe got it on lockthe nigga got to sweet talkin’
I gotta eat and got the beast targeted
Relaxmy brothers on ’roleniggas got police barkin’
They want us killedsieze the sargent
Blowin’ each cartridge
We illrealer in each market
Feel the leather jacketsleek ostrich
Unleash the arsonistjust popped the wig off of each hostage
Make it real and make his niece watch it
Yokin’ grandmothers upwe kill until his peeps squash it
Verse is somethin’ mean regardless
A green jar of harvest
Just smokeniggas got the green garcia’s
A terrifying team of heartless
Move on the narcs’s
We only on it for extreme profits
And anyway we dream darkness
I saw it through the jean paul gotier mint green gleam optics
So wake up sonthe season’s just a thing the mind make up
It’s only real kidhawake up.
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Verse 3:
A message from elijah’s kids
My eyes openedgot wise on the biz
Start risin’ my wig
Seen everything I saw before
Had dreams behind a wall
All I wanted was to balance my all
Make it through feedin’ my kind
Readin’ the lines
On how the dollar bill is shaped and designed
Taught from the eighties
Talkbuildand protect all babies
Strong shelters with strong ladies
A nigga dieddied amongst daisies
He did it for the babies
Thats peacefeed ’em if they gettin’ lazy.
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