[Intro: KB Mike]
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
Play it safe, it's a couple of killers
Ain't ridin' if the car ain't tinted
On the block with some apes and gorillas
Play it safe, it's a couple of killers, oh yeah
Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: KB Mike]
On the block with some apes and gorillas
Play safe, it's a couple of killers
I ain't ridin' if the car ain't tinted
I'm a real street nigga, be standin' on business
Runnin' to paper like I'm into fitness
Niggas say they gon' kill me, they didn't
Nigga said he was gon' catch me slippin', but I'm still alive, so I see who winnin'
Gen 5 when I ride though the city, with the guys and they all get busy
Fifty K on your head, wan' see a nigga dead, everyday we gon' ride with fifty (Uh, everyday we gon' ride with fifty)
Slide, get busy
Pullin' up where he stay, pullin' up where he lay, he better run
Better hope that he run fast enough (Oh)
It was too many shots, had to bag him up (Oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 1: KB Mike]
I was out in them slums, broke as a crumb, sleepin' on floors like a bum (Bum)
Ain't have nothin', but I kept a gun
You play with me, sendin' you up to God with the rest of my opps (Opps)
I got a Glock with a drum, we won't stop 'til it's done (Done)
We won't stop 'til you done, you better hope we don't come, you better hope you can run (Run)
Out in them trenches, robbin' niggas, was out on a mission
Like a dog, my shorties get vicious
We pop out and blick 'em, we pop out and hit 'em
Play with them and I bet they get crazy (I bet)
I been thuggin' since I was a baby
Bullyin' nigga and that's why they hate me
Came from the gutter, but, nigga, I made it (But, nigga, I made it)
We went from hoopin' to carryin' guns
We was some shorties with Air Force 1s
We went to school with Glocks with a drum, that bitch go, "Dun-a-nun, nun-nun-a-nun, nun-nun-a-nun"
I ain't gon' run from nothin'
Know we made from somthin' from nothin'
All this money I spunt, hundred K in a month and it still ain't enough
I was a shorty just chasin' a bag (Just chasin' a bag)
My favorite class was math
He died (Yeah, he died), he tried to hit that cut, but he wasn't fast (No, he wasn't fast)
He crashed, got smashed, got splashed
Fifty rounds in that mag', that's sad that he got left in the past, damn (Oh, got left in the past)
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
Play it safe, it's a couple of killers
Ain't ridin' if the car ain't tinted
On the block with some apes and gorillas
Play it safe, it's a couple of killers, oh yeah
Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: KB Mike]
On the block with some apes and gorillas
Play safe, it's a couple of killers
I ain't ridin' if the car ain't tinted
I'm a real street nigga, be standin' on business
Runnin' to paper like I'm into fitness
Niggas say they gon' kill me, they didn't
Nigga said he was gon' catch me slippin', but I'm still alive, so I see who winnin'
Gen 5 when I ride though the city, with the guys and they all get busy
Fifty K on your head, wan' see a nigga dead, everyday we gon' ride with fifty (Uh, everyday we gon' ride with fifty)
Slide, get busy
Pullin' up where he stay, pullin' up where he lay, he better run
Better hope that he run fast enough (Oh)
It was too many shots, had to bag him up (Oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 1: KB Mike]
I was out in them slums, broke as a crumb, sleepin' on floors like a bum (Bum)
Ain't have nothin', but I kept a gun
You play with me, sendin' you up to God with the rest of my opps (Opps)
I got a Glock with a drum, we won't stop 'til it's done (Done)
We won't stop 'til you done, you better hope we don't come, you better hope you can run (Run)
Out in them trenches, robbin' niggas, was out on a mission
Like a dog, my shorties get vicious
We pop out and blick 'em, we pop out and hit 'em
Play with them and I bet they get crazy (I bet)
I been thuggin' since I was a baby
Bullyin' nigga and that's why they hate me
Came from the gutter, but, nigga, I made it (But, nigga, I made it)
We went from hoopin' to carryin' guns
We was some shorties with Air Force 1s
We went to school with Glocks with a drum, that bitch go, "Dun-a-nun, nun-nun-a-nun, nun-nun-a-nun"
I ain't gon' run from nothin'
Know we made from somthin' from nothin'
All this money I spunt, hundred K in a month and it still ain't enough
I was a shorty just chasin' a bag (Just chasin' a bag)
My favorite class was math
He died (Yeah, he died), he tried to hit that cut, but he wasn't fast (No, he wasn't fast)
He crashed, got smashed, got splashed
Fifty rounds in that mag', that's sad that he got left in the past, damn (Oh, got left in the past)
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