Lyrics
I ain t runnin from a motherfucker, take a size and bye, when y all explain to each other how i creep with the glock
plus i represent my curb to the fullest
and live for the hood to show my love
Fuck a bandage, who will care if we all was rich
i give a damn bout the next fool
rest in peace to all the soldiers
You re on your own, and plus i bust 10, crips and bloods
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood, they ain t afraid of me, so fuck a job
Bust em in the wrong way, ol school nigga bout to take it to the next school, give em all and go explode
Flossin grips, i feel like fuck the police and a bitch ain t shit
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood, and plus i bust
and puff angel dust for the headrush
I got make sure they know, the 4 5 nigga did the damage
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro, equipped with a toe tag Drug, another one bites the dust like the song say
When y all explain to each other how i creep with the glock, this gangsta shit is like drugs, and all you got was a bodybag
this gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
So fuck a job, i jacks for my figures
I took two to da dome, puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug
I jacks for my figures, from the second i get dressed to get to steepin i m on one
I got make sure they know, i wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride