Don’t Trip SugarHill Keem

[Intro]
Elvis
Grrah
Everything dead, suck my dick, nigga
Smokin' all deads (Grrah-grrah), nigga
Move, look, don't run, don't what? Don't run, don't what?
Don't run, don't trip, bitch

[Chorus]
Know a opper, got hit in his head (Like)
Know a opper, got hit in his neck (Neck)
Know a opper, got hit in his leg (Damn), and it's crazy all them niggas dead (Bitch)
Talkin' on bro, now everything dead (Nigga, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Face shot, he got shot in his head (Grrah)
Roll up Dummy-dummy, got me dead (Look)

[Verse 1]
Just rappin', this shit not a diss (Huh?)
Big knock, why the fuck would I miss?
I walk up the hill and I empty the clip (Grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Bitch wanna rump, but this gun on my hip (Don't slip, like)
(So move, look, grrah, like)
Y'all ballin' for Blay and y'all ain't get back (At all)
Lil' Rah-Rah, got left in the cab (Look)
Spin the Sev, where these niggas at?
They never outside, takе a trip to the Jack (Jack)
(Move, move, movе, don't run, look)
And Dthang, you stealing my moves? (Okay)
Okay, Tdot, goin' too (Look)
She smokin' her deads, I'm smokin' it too (Wait)
Smoke Gutta, don't tell me to move (Look)
And my niggas be droppin' the two
And Rah-Rah got clapped, on his way to the stu' (Damn)
I'm totin' on move, I dare a nigga move (Look, grrah-grrah, look)