500 Homicides

Lyrics

[Intro] (C-Sick) Oh, these niggas ain't gangsters Stay tryna take my lil' homie off the streets, huh? Free 'Nine, bitch We still got real niggas out here (So everybody gangster now, huh?) Where you from, nigga? Free the guys, man, you ain't from where we from I told my niggas we gon' make it, man It's a fuckin' movement, man We a fuckin' family, we ain't a gang (Let's get it) OTF (Squad) [Verse] These niggas is bitches, gettin' info from bitches Go and tell to the piggies I'm tryna get riches and stay on that business Free bro, niggas snitchin' My case almost over, you lucky one pendin' I put two in his lemon, this four-five a lemon Extended clip for his niggas and he ain't shit to his niggas We don't hesitate, from DeDe and BayBay, just know the opps ain't never safe Load up the Glock and reload the eight Do a drill on the opp, no clones, I see dots ACG's, Free the Guys shirt and one pair of rocks I'm on the block Hope my tape don't flop and it go gold when it drop I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies and we riskin' indictment Just to get flier than a first class ticket, United 300, The riot Murder, murder, kill, kill, in the jam I'll never squeal My label only time I deal I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes, 4's and the niggas under Neal Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel Dreamin' 'bout a hundred mill', step on that curb with a hundred pills Western Union money to bro and them in the cell doin' twenty years And I lost a couple of these niggas and they ain't never seen twenty years, oh Bro 'nem died when I was out of town, shit happened I'm not around Slide through every opp block and we opp shop 'til they not around What's up with this twitter beef? Thought we was keepin' it in the streets? They mad I'm in the winner seat from the summer time 'til winter breeze And chopper squeeze, bitch go, "brrat, brrat, brrat" I ain't even gotta rap (Rap, rap), Rex 'nem in the trap (Trap, trap) One time, no light bulb, bro 'nem gotta lamp (Lamp, lamp) Where you from? You ain't stamped (Stamped, stamped) Niggas know we the champ (Champ, champ) Got niggas sneak dissin' in they rap Make a real nigga gotta spit facts Got some niggas sayin' keep it only rap That's how these old niggas stay on the map Headshot, we ain't gettin' into that Niggas tellin', hands full of pens and pads Grab a pack, blood bleedin' real bad Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range or an Audi Fuck a nigga doubt me All on my dick when they see me Knowin' this bitch wanna be me Hell yeah, you can die over a retweet I'm grabbin' my pole, no Mimi I can't see a nigga like Stevie I won't tell, I'll take me a BG Let's get it Gang