The Tombs

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Niggas be talkin' slick until them gangstas slide up and start poppin' out (Fuck them niggas, I ain't playin' them niggas, son, word, son, what up now, boy?) We pull up with pistols, some shit is poppin' off That's when them niggas start coppin' plea Shot his man in the head, he hit the ground, he smoke the shit all on his dungarees (Bow, damn, that nigga stankin', son) He ran off with some work, plus he took the cheese That's why a couple crews we used to feed got hit by the D's My man was facin' fifteen years so he took a plea The judge the gave 'em eight, so in six years I can see my flea I don't need a crystal ball to speak prophecy Stocks in real estatе, life is a game of Monopoly Your man got shot, becausе he out here doin' fuckery He robbed, a couple drugs bust, took the wrong nigga jewlery Now they lightin' candles, cryin' at the nigga's eulogy Talkin' 'bout how cool he used to be Ayo, truthfully a lot of niggas fell behind that foolery Gun shots that woke up a whole community (Community) I do this for my niggas from Broadway to Trenton, Clinton Maximum state prison, from Rikers Island to Saint-Quentin (Yo, welcome home, my niggas) Most of my niggas turned victim of the system After thirty-five years, spent twenty years of they life in prison Some of my niggas made it out of this recession Cookin' cocaine in the kitchen, as a adolescent Hand on our weapon, Rolex on our arm, show some respect, kid 'Fore we hop out that van and shit get hectic, yo [Interlude] Yo, what up now, nigga? (Know what it is) Pay that fuckin' money you owe, nigga, fuck you though it was, yeah Just put the money in a fuckin' bag, son [Verse 2] You dumb ass niggas run off on the plug We get that work, bring it back to the projects, they show love (Yeah, that's for you right there, son) Ten pounds of gelato broken down in fifties and dubs Got the word from my son, he said, "In two days it'd be done" Lace up your Air Max 95's, we 'bouta have a good run All my niggas is outside with they hands on they guns Lit up a dutch, inhale some smoke in my lungs (Ayo, pass that, G) I'm waitin' on a few bricks of that fishscale to come (If you want to taste it, my nigga, go 'head, take a taste, boy It's nothin', that's that A1 shit right there) He took a taste on his tongue, his whole face went numb Pass me the suitcase and paid it, son