(feat. ghetto commission, krazy)
ok p, i think they done f*cked up now, right?
we have to bring the headbusters down
from that 504, ya’ll know wha w bout, ya heard me?
[chorus (krazy) 1x]
these b*tch n*gg*s can’t f*ck wit’ us
i guess i gotta show you n*gg*s you could be touched.
me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
the life that we livin’ we can’t slip or sleep
i’m from that 405 backwards
wherei fell in these tractors
where n*gg*s ride around wit’ 20’s spinnin’ on adaptors.
i’m from the terrordome
where n*gg*s sport hair and bone
and there’s one major label in this city, and each is own.
no love for hos
cuz they’ll leave you wit’ your sh*t exposed
set you up
and get cut
and act like they don’t know f*ck
i’m from that dirty
where n*gg*s will kill behind that birdie
we use words like say brah and b*tch you heard me.
war and collide
f*ck wit’ us and fo’ sho die
hit yo’ block from both sides
gc’s sick and tired
these n*gg*s don’t play
thinkin’ it’s a f*ckin’ game
b*tch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f*ckin’ brain.
better ask them n*gg*s do they really want war
they’ll tell you ah, nope, not wit’ spade dawg
get your cap peeled
feel your blood spill
keep this snub, no steel
cuz these thugs will kill
it’s war wit’ this six slugs
known to sell drugs
down south, thugged out, never gave a f*ck
everybody in this m*th*f*cka down to bust
504, nothin’ but murderas among us
ghetto commission rippin’ them n*gg*s up alone the choppers.
tso know that the ghetto n*gg*s street stoppers.
504, the westbanks comin’ real
504, them other n*gg*s know the deal
[silkk the shocker]
n*gg* can’t be f*cked wit’, dawg, n*gg*, no way.
we make n*gg*s go to the fedz, so they can relocate.
while ya’ll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
if i gotta do somethin’, sh*t, you know i gots ta hold weight.
war, we about that n*gg*
f*ck wit’ my clique, i doubt that n*gg*
leave the keys in the car, hop up out that n*gg*
cuz we about the figgas
still about the triggas
to myself, type of n*gg* that’llstay in the cut
lil’ quiet *ss n*gg*s, really don’t say much
hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin’ to make up.
no pistols play slim n*gg*, hardly lift no weights up.
project n*gg*, sip henny in a cup
19 on the sedan, come through 20’s on the truck.
n*gg*, i love this clout
put it down for my n*gg*s, plus i love the south
see these n*gg*s that i roll wit’, don’t gotta second guess that.
they’ll put it there, where your chest at
tank around my neck, ya’ll better respect that
i don’t fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you’ll catch that.
murder your m*th*f*ckin’ *ss n*gg*
ghetto commission n*gg*
and that n*gg* silkk
haha, and krazy
i’m just thuggin’
it’s all love, babay
this no limit sh*t deep n*gg*
you n*gg*s can’t swim
don’t get in the m*th*f*ckin’ water
cuz you’ll get a bomb b*tch
we don’t give a f*ck
it’s ain’t no love
nothin’ but thugs