Pistol Grip Poetry G Perico & GotDamnitDupri

[Verse 1]
Pistol grip poetry
Every gangbanger in the city streets notice me
Cha-cha with the choppers
If it ain't yellow tape, send him straight to the doctor
I'm stashed up nasty
I ain't tripping if the cops ever gaffle me
That's what I'm getting money for
I'm the nigga that The Clicc go dummy for
Made my first twenty thousand on 112th
To this day it's Broadway, I don't know nothing else
Hoes down on the blade playing patty-cake
The way I put shit together, niggas had to hate
Better watch your step 'fore you step in some shit
Thought the homie was a gangster, but he messy like a bitch
Shouts out to G Snub, he a real one
Real Innerprize Crip that'll kill something

[Verse 2]
We got motion from South Central to East Oakland
Real members like, "G Scrilla, keep it going"
Real members hanging out on some ghetto shit
If niggas don't want peace, then we gon' level shit
That's pistol grip poetry
I'm throwing shots and ain't hiding, I'ma let 'em know it's me
Cha-cha with the chops
Heard the block was for sale, so we cashed out and bought it
Finally went legit, no more going on the run
All the shit that I done did, God forgive me when I come
Gordon stay on a lake, that shit proper
It's a trip cause he getting rich selling Urban Water
Gotta trust the process, I done made my own lane
I'm looking good, I know it's hard for you to digest
They using my identity, but they dissing me
I'm God and these niggas like Judas, they been killing me