1996

Lyrics

[Intro] (313 Mafia) When I came up in 1996 I knew I was gon' be big, I knew I was gon' be a star I know these niggas was gon' try to jot (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [Verse] Where would I be if I ain't have my dogs? (Where would I be?) Got it out the mud, I ain't have it all (I ain't have it all) YSR the gang, everybody wanna trap like y'all My block slap, don't nobody ever trap like y'all Game of twenty-one, don't let them niggas out here pull your card My nigga out here ridin' with his gun, so they gave him a charge Don't play with YSR, they gon' take it far Them young niggas grimy out North, they'll take your car Nigga head so fucked up, he keep takin' bars I don't trust these rap niggas, they be takin' bars My nigga walked in the Wal-Mart and he took some cards I know my brother gon' ride, he gon' take the charge I'm high as hell right now, I'm sittin' on Mars I always got my gun on my hip, I don't need a guard You be fuckin' with police, I know you know the sarge' My nigga gon' paint a nigga up like he doin' art FN bullets in the gun look like we playin' darts Don't jump up in that water, boy, you not a shark My nigga punch it all, put it in your cart I just flamed up a Backwood, it's smellin' like a fart A lot of niggas don't be outside when it get dark (They don't) Drivin' fast down my block, put your car in park (Put your car in park) You is not a real nigga, nigga, you a Mark She say she like light liquor, she don't be drinkin' dark I be thinkin' to myself, "Would I make it far?" I'd probably sell a lot of 'bows but don't make the charts You don't know FN bullets goin' through a car I'll bring that bag to you, nigga, don't care where you are (Where you at?) Like where you at? I'm finna bring it to you He get caught by the boys, he gon' sing it to 'em If you pay me thirty-two hundred, I'll bring it to you (Right now) High as hell in the booth, makin' sleepy music (Tired) [Interlude] I'm tired, but I'm still goin' This shit ain't gon' never stop [Verse 2] You ain't hard, lil' nigga, you was an A-plus student I heard you ain't start shootin' when they came through shootin' (You didn't) He just straight piped his whip, he just came through pootin' Bitch, I don't wanna hit it if your pussy boofin' You just bought some bullshit weed, you a stupid goofy I'ma ride for my dog like that nigga Stewie How you say you from Westpad and you don't know Louis? Nigga, you a broke-ass nigga, you got no Louis She let the whole city knock her down, but she act bougie I can go broke right now, I'll still be Gucci Nigga, you ain't from Natchez Drive, you don't know Pookie I don't smoke weed with a lot of niggas 'cause they smoke dookie