My Summer Vacation

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Damn cuz, the spot's gettin' hot So how the fu*k am I supposed to make a knot? The Feds looking at a ni**a through a microscope [?] West Coast everybody and they Momma sell dope They trynna stop us So what the fu*k can I do and make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis I got work for their ass, plus everybody knew us We stepped off the plane West Coast bangers, professional crack slangers Bought us a car at wholesale Drove to the North Side, checked in a motel AKs, ni**a, fu*k a 3-8 'cause where we stayin' ni**as look shady The St. Louis is a baby South Central 'cause bustin' a cap is fundamental I'm peepin' now every block close [?] which one will clock the most Yeah this is the one no doubt Bust a U cuz and let's clear these ni**as out [Verse 2] Now clearin* em out mean casualties Now St. Louis got the L.A. mentality Bust a cap and now out of there in a hurry Wouldn't you know the gangbang here in Missouri? A lot of fools got popped [?] And it's better than slangin' in the Valley I tripled my profit makin' more than I did in Cali Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble We smokin' ni**as that don't want no trouble And we ain't on edge when we do work The Feds must recognize the khakis and the t-shirts Gettin' bitches and they can't stand a 2008 Tony Montana Money turns into war Of gang violence, while it was never seen before Punks whirl when the gat bust A West Coast ni**a kickin' up dust And all the Yorkers in the Lou lookin' up to us Wearin' our colors and reppin' our gang, bud Givin' up much love Dyin' for a street that they never heard of You know I'm from the Beach and I'm staying strong So you know the phrase, once again it's on [Talking] Stop before news Gang members from South Central Los Angeles Which are known [?] drive-by shootings Have emerged in East St. Louis Leaving three deads, two others injured No arrests have been made Police says this is a nationwide trend With similar incidents that occured in Texas, Michigan, Oklahoma City, Phoenix Arizona [?] and now New York [Verse 3] My homie got shot in the head and his back St. Louis ni**as want their corner back Shootin [?] It's a legal biz, the ni**as still can't stick together Motherfu*kin' Feds got the 4-1-1 About the [?] and the weed and they sellin' guns But see we ain't thinkin' about the boys Feudin' like the Hayfield's and McCoys Now the shit's gettin' tricky And now they're lookin' for the colors and the khakis Now the spot's gettin' hot from the battle I'm 'bout to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle But the Feds raid about six in the morning Try to catch a ni**a when he's yawnin' Put the Glock to my chest as I paused Went to jail in my motherfu*kin' drawers Trynna give me 57 years My face'll be full of those tattooed tears It's the same old story and the same old ni**a stuck And the public defender ain't givin' a fu*k Fool must be retarded Talkin' about a double life plea bargain You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods if you're a real G Ni**a holla if you feel me I'm a East Sider that('s) hangin' on the North Side And it's a riot if anyone of us die On parole or probation Now this is a young G summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation 'cause look at the motherfu*kin' years that I'm facin' Imma end up like this so you know wassup My life is fu*ked [Talking] Yeah, when I get out Imma get right back in the money Imma get right back to sellin' dope Do what I do all around the motherfu*kin' neighborhood You can't stop me motherfu*ker You know I'm the kingpin in this shit, the connect You know we gon' stay ballin' ni**a And it just don't stop here I'll be right back in the money like I said Only got 157 years left