Renegades

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] You know the boy from the damb streets, respect and expect me, I pack that heat Especially if you threaten me I got niggas that are ready for bief, that'll knock your head in the streets Man, I'm known to turn bold niggas into ho niggas Drunk more liquor than old niggas you might see on the corners Me and Mike the type that you might see on the corners At night, we take flight, see us on the corners People be on us, and say open containers 15 spppen ? Big heat in the palm of my hand Touch my cheese, I'm offin your hand When I bief, my niggas offer a hand I ride alone, cause I'm off of the Xan ? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'm a motherfuckin g Come from under the smotherin of the slum I'm bundlin up a ton, i'm pumpin it by that bump in the road I'll leave you slumped in the road, if ever pumpin by my bump in the road Come for no drama, i'm only tryna Get up my dollars, my partners is screamin "sqad up" I'm tryna get my squad up, holla at ya boy I move so poised on old school boys I'm a mack mami kill that noise I got crack, chronic in that boy I ain't just jumped off the porch, i been that boy Fee- i'm a win that, boy Don't even know where to begin that story about your woadie I'm younger than kobe, vet like rob horry I made it pop bubbly, your buddy is gettin chubbier than NORE Honey say her hubby gettin boring So honey be by money when you snoring Stuff her from her gummies to her tummy to her ov'ries It's over man, bet you don't know her man Like the man from that hollygrove land that'll body yo man My shotty fo cram hollow grams to yo noggo man Head shot you mind boggled, man I am the throwback young'n, about to bring it back to lotto's, fam And bet i shit with multiple colored symbols All of the shit i been thru, cause me to have my guards up over the god's mental Raw deep dark top will offend you 500 confidential, a mark that the spark has been rekindled Good morning i'm Tune, shorty the dude Gucci border my shoes, hoochie all in my groove Damn, wayne dookie hard on you fools, you gotta smell me East landlord, shit go down you gotta tell me Gangsta nigga, i ain't ya nigga Nineteen, got game like an ancient nigga Wayne came to paint your kitchen, drape your floors Cover your ceiling, rape your whore Smother your children, take your feelings, take your core Shit, if this was the cell block i'd take your store If this was the block i'd be moving a eighth or more But i soar thru the block in that grape azure I see hate galore But i straight ignore Because my cake is more Peep how your date adore Probly skate with yours Take her straight indoors Clean face, make her taste my pores Give it to her till her waist is sore Shake the boy Go up in your lady raw, make your lady roar And if she's as late as yours I got snakes in my yard but i stay off the lawn If a hater inform, take his head and his arm Got the lead in my palm, infrared on the dome Of the smith & wes I aim at ya chest I bang with the best I hang with the S-Q killas Niggas is gangsta to death That's louis v from the ankle to neck I move a v thru the block in the jects No top, no shirt, people be like, "pac in the jects!!" I don't stop in the jects I got shop in the jects Who knows? twelve hundred for two o's Crew show, y'all hidin up And when my crew show up, y'all squadin up