[Intro]
Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter Bloods, Piru Bloods (HTown), all my Grape Street Crip niggas. Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 60's, Rolling 20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip (South Carolina), FiveDeuce Hoover Crips, OKC, Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia), all them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City, Blood and Crip niggas (Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas, y'all know the business
[Hook]
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
[Verse 1]
I live that street life, I did time in the state
I don' wrestled with them Feds, had to rob for a plate
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus
Break and bury all tools, putting that behind us
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus
Charlie Brown Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest
Tennessee kingpin, Project Pata
I know you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter
A hundred drum on the Tom, son, bullets scatter
Slugs enter in your back, and come out your bladder
Ratta tatta when I'm busting on a rata
I'm screaming "Off with your head" like the mad hatter, nigga
[Hook]
Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter Bloods, Piru Bloods (HTown), all my Grape Street Crip niggas. Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 60's, Rolling 20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip (South Carolina), FiveDeuce Hoover Crips, OKC, Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia), all them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City, Blood and Crip niggas (Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas, y'all know the business
[Hook]
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
[Verse 1]
I live that street life, I did time in the state
I don' wrestled with them Feds, had to rob for a plate
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus
Break and bury all tools, putting that behind us
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus
Charlie Brown Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest
Tennessee kingpin, Project Pata
I know you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter
A hundred drum on the Tom, son, bullets scatter
Slugs enter in your back, and come out your bladder
Ratta tatta when I'm busting on a rata
I'm screaming "Off with your head" like the mad hatter, nigga
[Hook]
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