Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] They murdered Will, he was ill, he never killed nobody But for my cousin was the first time I killed somebody But wouldn't be the last time I melt somebody This shit so real I could end up with a L probably Kaz doin' life for us, he ain't never tell nobody 'Member summertime '02 callin' coke Pink Karate Ten years prior '92 first time I seen a Thomas Age 13 was a dream, I don't live with momma D-spot 'fore they called it trap, everybody grimy Jack & FedX we was next in the party shinin' Influenced by the music now all my lil niggas climbin' Murdered the connect and pushed dope on every nigga grindin' Shots firin' on the Kingpins, eating cause they fat as (?) I'm with the Lash King I better never see a diamond Jesus & Regime it's the perfect timin' KI & JA got your work (?) [Verse 2: Blahk Jesus] [Verse 3: KI] [Verse 4: HD] Always catch me with my vigilantes Bringing back that white girl no (?) Paint sparkle like (?) candy You done went against the mob Now you owe my family It ain't about the money It's the principle School of arts, Ice City was my principle And 6-1 was my class room High noons many moons made me lyrical Whether physical or digital Imma still check chicken either way it go Hear no evil I don't see no I'm a mute when it come to the 5-0 All this pain inside so I spit dope In my cerebral these verses already wrote Tell them hoes pushin' forward I don't never choke Chewin' on paper no billy goat Sold base rock candy no cameo My video true niggas get a cameo Never fully evolved from a animal Eatin up tracks like Hannibal No niggas with that brown sugar, no D'Angelo I sip the cherry spin you like a merry-go You wanna be a thug well there it goes You wanna meet the plug well here he go [Verse 5: Lil AJ] One Mob Rest in Peace Jack & Syrup Kid Lash money came a long way now we the niggs I fuck with Joe Blow & Philthy Rich we locked in When I'm at they shows, G-Lock stock with a ten Rest in Peace Rob Ben still FT Frost got it tatted on his hand, we still in the streets Gaskill 500 I'm a money man Posted on the block with them chops and we servin' knocks We creep through and your ass get touched up Double back thirty minutes later, yellow taped up I fuck with real niggas that's gonna go for me Frost & Regime can't forget the Slow Cook Team We strapped daily, we ready for war bitch Catch a nigga lackin' and we add him to the score list We push packs on a (?) yea we bout that (?) niggas how the 40cal clap