Lyrics
these niggas talkin peace but the beef won t die
caught me slippin up the west field with my kid
Caught me slippin up the west field with my kid, lower-middle class niggas movin up the murder rate
And took his ak, and i ain t talkin bout no summer vacation, when they said that they was comin for us we kicked back and waited all summer for it them niggas had they chance
Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some, just a bunch of niggas dead from a turf war
deep in a mini-van
And took his ak, and i ain t talkin bout no summer vacation
Cause i remember, caught me slippin up the west field with my kid
Headed to the east side, now we the niggas that they runnin from
said i didn t want no problems
Cause we act like our lives ain t worth more, the big homie get another gun
motherfuckers thought that they wanted some
just a bunch of niggas dead from a turf war
said i didn t want no problems
headed to the east side
my lady and my son had to run away
i m talkin bout fuckin off my probation
They took off on me anyway, fore i ever let another man do me harm
Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some, i can t wait till the summer come
now we the niggas that they runnin from
and i ain t talkin bout no summer vacation
Put the needle to my arm, deuce-deuce in the chrome 4 5
I can t wait till the summer come, said i didn t want no problems, my lady and my son had to run away
Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some, i can t wait till the summer come
Deep in a mini-van, put the needle to my arm Murs, said i didn t want no problems
lower-middle class niggas movin up the murder rate
No volleyball, put the needle to my arm Murs, i can t wait till the summer come
And now the big homie home, no volleyball Summer, and now the big homie home
The big homie get another gun, fore i ever let another man do me harm, now we the niggas that they runnin from