[Chorus: JasonMartin]
Every day, cops on patrol
Niggas moving yap after yap 'til it's gone
Daily combat, can't relax on the field
Tool shed full of loose screws ready to drill
Since I was lil, on God
Been that way, since I was lil, uh
[Verse 1: JasonMartin]
Nigga balls dropped way before the sandlot
Sipped drank, ducked shots, boy, L.A. so deadly, yeah
Stuffing shoe box, 'volver by the tube socks
Nip, Fat T and Dre had the hoes going crazy, niggas late
Boy, niggas is better with ghetto antennas
Don't wanna get caught by surprise
Plenty of niggas had thought they was ready
But them was the first ones to die
Run on an opp, them niggas ain't givin' a fuck 'bout political ties
Charge it to the street, nigga roll your sleeves up
New wave bitches, they something (They something)
Get a few dollars, they fucking
Mama ain't raise no suckers
Just stay low and keep hustling, nigga
[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
This ain't no backpack rap, mini MACs out the backpack clack
Yellow tape, it's a wrap, first class, lay 'em flat then hollow with bracks, huh
This ain't no rap cap, man, I got homies in the can
And they been down for like ten, YGs locked up so it's free Lil Benz
I joined a gang, miss lady, these are my friends
The ones with Nike suits with twisted braids in they hair
And they'll rob you for your shit 'cause they say life unfair
And don't break into my house, we the dogs, be aware
Like the sign on the gate, of a backyard fence
Right now I'm too fat, I couldn't hop that bitch
So if you chase me, better duck 'cause I might bust my shit
That's for the punk police 'cause we don't run from shit
I knocked Holly best friend, we had a run on Fig'
I hated dealing with her son, lil bad ass kid
Everything scandalous like my brother T.F
We the best out the bity like we got next
Play ball, I'm in the four with Lil L and Baby Eightball
In the set like Jenny Craig, ho, we tryna get this weight off
"Street Fighter II", M-Bison, ho, I'm the last boss
Sliding in my 50 on shoes, we keep the rag on
It's P
Every day, cops on patrol
Niggas moving yap after yap 'til it's gone
Daily combat, can't relax on the field
Tool shed full of loose screws ready to drill
Since I was lil, on God
Been that way, since I was lil, uh
[Verse 1: JasonMartin]
Nigga balls dropped way before the sandlot
Sipped drank, ducked shots, boy, L.A. so deadly, yeah
Stuffing shoe box, 'volver by the tube socks
Nip, Fat T and Dre had the hoes going crazy, niggas late
Boy, niggas is better with ghetto antennas
Don't wanna get caught by surprise
Plenty of niggas had thought they was ready
But them was the first ones to die
Run on an opp, them niggas ain't givin' a fuck 'bout political ties
Charge it to the street, nigga roll your sleeves up
New wave bitches, they something (They something)
Get a few dollars, they fucking
Mama ain't raise no suckers
Just stay low and keep hustling, nigga
[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
This ain't no backpack rap, mini MACs out the backpack clack
Yellow tape, it's a wrap, first class, lay 'em flat then hollow with bracks, huh
This ain't no rap cap, man, I got homies in the can
And they been down for like ten, YGs locked up so it's free Lil Benz
I joined a gang, miss lady, these are my friends
The ones with Nike suits with twisted braids in they hair
And they'll rob you for your shit 'cause they say life unfair
And don't break into my house, we the dogs, be aware
Like the sign on the gate, of a backyard fence
Right now I'm too fat, I couldn't hop that bitch
So if you chase me, better duck 'cause I might bust my shit
That's for the punk police 'cause we don't run from shit
I knocked Holly best friend, we had a run on Fig'
I hated dealing with her son, lil bad ass kid
Everything scandalous like my brother T.F
We the best out the bity like we got next
Play ball, I'm in the four with Lil L and Baby Eightball
In the set like Jenny Craig, ho, we tryna get this weight off
"Street Fighter II", M-Bison, ho, I'm the last boss
Sliding in my 50 on shoes, we keep the rag on
It's P
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