Maryland Ass Nigga

Lyrics

[Intro] PG County Police, get your hands above your fuckin' heads [Verse 1: IDK] Stick a middle-class kid in a bad school and that's me (Hi) The bad apple that dangled up on the fam's tree Ballin' to be like 2K, no Raz B My fruit been forbidden, you niggas ain't gotta ask Eve The first one in my family to see the Penitentiary when I shoulda been seein' C's, B's A's too, mama and Martin just wasn't able To keep me studyin' history in their teepee Where the hoes at? (Yeah) And not the navajos (No) Skippin' Spanish with your bitch like vámonos (Bye) At night, hit the lick with the toasty toast Hit the alley, then I hit 12 with the okie-doke (Haha) You'll never catch me (Hah), you'll never catch me My description was a 5'9" nigga with mild acne Ski mask, coat, and boots make me look like a tall athlete So they lose every time that they thinkin' they 'bout to bag me (Bye) [Chorus: IDK] We (Yeah) We don't give a fuck about you (Right) Your homie on your block could get it too (Woo) You little motherfuckers ain't gangster, they know You (Right) Don't make me put a hit out on you (Bow, bow, bow) Don't make me and my niggas come through (Yeah) You little motherfuckers ain't gangster, they know [Bridge: Swizz Beatz] Goddammit Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Oh) I ain't have to do it but I did it still (Woo) What I'm supposed to do? Call God now? (Right) What I'm supposed to do? Call God now? (Yeah) Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Woo) I ain't have to do it but I did it still (Oh) Oh, you actin' hard now? (Oh) Oh, you actin' hard? [Verse 2: IDK & Swizz Beatz] Oh goddamn, yes the hell I am I'ma run up in your house just to say I can Tell a ho that I love her when the shit ain't true When I hit, she my bitch when she think she my boo That's fucked up, I know, but fuck that, I've grown I used to hit it in the kitchen when my mama not home That's messed up, I'm tryna right my wrongs But I'm sorry, them same wrongs help me write this song Okay, runnin' halls, runnin' school, runnin' home, run your pockets, gang gang (Oh) Runnin' church, mama say I don't even pay attention anyway (Real) After church, call the clique, smoke the spliff, hit the lick, split the shit Take this check, buy some kicks, man it's it, yeah that's it (Right) Told my job that I quit, huh, tell the truth, I got fired, huh (Woo) Boss said I had a warrant, huh, I said, "You a liar," huh Check my voicemail prior, huh, guess who the shit was from, huh Third District sayin', "Turn yourself in now 'cause we got the gun" ("'Cause we got the gun") [Chorus: IDK & Swizz Beatz] We (Oh) We don't give a fuck about you (Yeah) Your homie on your block could get it too You little motherfuckers ain't gangster (Right), they know You (Oh) Don't make me put a hit out on you (Oh) Don't make me and my niggas come through (Woo) You little motherfuckers ain't gangster, they know