Lyrics

[Intro: CML] CML nigga, Projeck Bo nigga, what's happening blood? Bank'd Up nigga! [Verse 1: CML] We far different, thinking you bold This F&H gon' explode (bwa!) They let a nigga off parole, went and copped me a Rolls (facts) Chase a nigga with this fully blood, and fuck up his clothes (bop bop bop bop) We in the field politickin', from the zone to the Los (dead homies) Fed up the wrong tree, bullets tear through his nose (clown) Niggas talking 'bout they pimping, but they tricking with hoes (sucka) When she seen that Rolls-Royce blood, you know that she chose (rrt) The only thing that you can do for me is stick to the code (set) From the Jack to the 'jects, blood the gang don't fold (woo) Leave a nigga at the light when the gang unload (bwaka) You ain't got to pat me down, you know I came with the pole (on the set) And that bitch that you in love with blood, she came with the bro (hahahahaha) We in the trenches politickin' from the streets to the prison (yuh) Blood it's money over bitches and I'm still on the mission (still on a mission nigga) Kill a rapper when I catch him, if I feel like he dissing (come here blood) Pop a perc and go to work, you know the 30s be tripping (30 Gang) [Chorus: CML] In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes [Verse 2: Projeck Bo] Projeck Bo bitch, I'm Bank'd Up for real Hit a nigga hood back and forth like a drill I ain't aiming for that vest, pop his head like a pill Real project nigga blood, you niggas know the deal Tapped in with CML, now shit getting real From the Los to Iraq, all my niggas keep steel Chase a sucka out the hood if I heard that he squeal Catch him on the 4 block yeah my niggas trill No sneak dissing, we gon' pull up and get him Drop a whole 100, so you know Ima hit him Like a dollar with my brother, whole head Ima split Now I'm thugging in Iraq, little bitch is fucking back Foreign whips in the back, every car two straps If you reach for my chain, get your stupid ass whacked Call my brother Koopa Bang, leave your head on the flame If you reach for my chain, get your stupid ass whacked Lil woof pulled up, in that Benz grand black We was just on Melrose, spent a couple racks We wasn't in that bitch naked, all my niggas had straps On the block with them Starz, bitch we shining like a lamp [Chorus: CML] In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes