Every day, 365 days in a year, and I step out the door, the shift's in, and every time
a car come by, I become afraid of a motherfucker riding up and shooting us.
You have to feel that way.
If you don't, you don't live long around here.
It's like we prepared, prepared ourselves to die.
How many niggas bang like me, ride like me, get caught and won't snitch, but do the time
like me.
You ain't built like me.
Motherfucker.
20 years in this game, same gun and blue rag like me.
Smith and Wesson is my protection, that's when I'm stepping.
Don't fuck with too many niggas, I had to learn my lesson.
Nah, can't trust too many of them.
Yeah, had to fuck up a couple of them.
Hard knock life, living that gang bang life.
Nigga, you don't bang right, then you lose your life.
Point blank.
Look, I know about all of that.
Late nights when it worked, yeah, I did all of that.
I'm a tall pound legend in my neighborhood.
Just cause I got big money, don't think it's all good.
Look, niggas plotting on me every day.
I hear what they say.
It's in every rap.
It's in every rap.
Hold up.
Get your ass out of here.
What's up, nigga?
Get over there.
Let me go.
Let me go.
You're a punk.
Look.
Nigga, what's up?
What's up?
Punk ass up, nigga.
Now look.
Hey, I asked you to go stay on your yard, man.
You ain't running up on me.
God damn it, you stop that shit.
I never been the one to back down.
Never played a back round.
I was on the front line.
Docking them one time.
Pushing the main lines.
In the street the same time.
Go ahead and check my ballot and see that I ain't lying.
Nightmares of a scared nigga.
I ain't never scared.
Nigga, fuck around with me.
You'll be a dead nigga.
Go ahead and enjoy your luck.
Somebody gonna die today.
Smoking on that loud pack.
I blow your ass right away.
Blake back in the cut.
Women are black.
With us in them plus niggas in my yard strap.
Never slipping when we make a move.
Look.
What he think of fucking with them dudes.
I expect a nigga to get checked when he disrespect.
Beat the fuck up until a nigga out of breath.
Hit in the chest until a nigga can't step.
Can't move right or left.
Get slapped like a bitch.
Get socked in the chin.
Big Snoop Dazz.
Superfly.
R .I .P.
Nate Dogg.
G -Duck.
Just like Eazy.
Dr. Dre.
Cube.
Yellow Rant.
Mayhem.
Everything begins right now.
Mark ass niggas getting laid the fuck down.
Starting with your homies in the crowd.
Once upon a time there was a nigga named Gotti that just walked in the party.
Taking off on everybody.
Just a sick individual criminal with an attitude.
Plus I had the attitude to change niggas attitudes.
From hot to cold.
Long to latitude.
Nate said fuck these niggas.
I was 21 with a 22 like ooh.
Nigga tell me what the fuck you gonna do.
Get smashed on.
Just bow down and just move.
Give me your coat.
And what size are those shoes mother fucker.
When the money come in you know we ship the package out.
You see how we hustle.
You know what we about.
Bigger hustle than life.
And on TV it's up in these streets.
With Instagram killers in this Twitter beat.
Are you ready to die for what you just tweeted?
Or are you ready to say you really didn't mean it?
Fuck you niggas and fuck your bitch.
Cause most of you niggas be on some real ho shit.
You crossed the line and now you niggas catch a violation.
And everywhere we go you know it's gonna be a altercation.
Violation.
Violation.
Violation.
Violation.
