Black Gestapos

Lyrics

[Intro: Elcamino] Some call them, the Black Gestapo, rated R Yo, uh, shit serious, man, these niggas can't fuck with me, man, word Yeah, nigga, that's what I do, I'm on it, nigga, uh, woo [Bozak Morris on the beat What up?] [Verse 1: Elcamino] Uh, yo, we came from nigga rocked that wanted our whole block (Word) Doin' free shows then meet and greets with the Rock Now we in skyscrapers, we came from scrapin' the pots Just wait, I was prepared when West gave me my shot (I was ready) I was more than ready See my grind, I was on it heavy (I was on it) See me in that Bentley truck, bitches be on me heavy (Skrr) Bro already gave me the glizzy, lemme hold the Desi You rockin' the date, just, me I'm rockin' Presi' (Fuck that shit) Cross them over then went with the Hesi Point blank range, just know when you shoot, you gotta hold it steady (Doot doot) The call me the secret weapon 'cause they know I'm deadly (They know I'm deadly) I'm smokin' the best gas while you blowin' Reggie, uh (Roll up, nigga) Still could stash 10 bricks in the Chevy, uh And even though it's light, we still movin' heavy (We on it heavy) My mom didn't cook, it was the streets that fed me (The streets) Bein' nice didn't work, but it was war that bred me [Chorus x4] You got heat, you better pop those We movin' like Gestapos Through underground, pot holes, that rock those [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Yo, you niggas posin' Your dope got too much cut, that shit ain't potent The shit I'm holdin' got sniffers and the smokers open Dropped the test and now my dough flow rollin' Lately you can see me flexin' like the old Hulk Hogan Blood of the king in my veins so my soul glow golden And the hoes been givin' me brain slow motion Since a juvenile All these artists garbage, they just targets at the shoot around Keep your throat under my shoe, you listenin' to the sounds Of the gold tooth truth, been poppin' since a youth One foot in the booth, the other in the dirt, clockin' filthy loot Not afraid to bust and my bitches shoot like Sheryl Swoopes No baggy sellin' 'til you lose, 30 get you too I heard your new shit but, I wasn't impressed with you Before rap, we was pressin' pills out to get the loot Catchin' cases wildin', no respect for the law They used to cop the raw Now they cop my music at the record store [Chorus x4] You got heat, you better pop those We movin' like Gestapos Through underground, pot holes, that rock those