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Gang Gang I'ma tell y'all something right quick, man This, this how me and my niggas was coming Nowadays, lil niggas just wanna shoot But when I was a shorty, we had a agenda Pooh Bear alive, we was just on our cream But when Pooh Bear died, my niggas turned into some killers 'Member me, Shotty, and Spazz Out, and Lucci, and Shotta [?] all through the winter Really was toting them blickers It's eat or get ate, I can feed you some hollows for dinner Bodies got dropped back to back And my clique stayed intact Swear to God, boy, we feel like them niggas Couple our niggas got clapped Made some niggas fall back and it seemed like our light just got dimmer Gang 'nem applying that pressure And Pap was going crazy and that's when our name just got bigger [?] I keep a pole on my waist, ain't no mask on my face It ain't hard to get up with a nigga Tell that bitch nigga that killed my bro Pap: "Everyday, every night, I'ma hunt for you, nigga! Don't ever think you can hide! Find out where you reside, that's where I'ma get up with you, nigga!" SongtexteGot too much pride to let my niggas slide And just look to the side and put funds on you, nigga 'Cause I feel like it gotta be me Thinking 'bout the end Nah, I can't get no sleep Pappy talking to me, saying: "Bro, let it go!" And I told him, "I can't 'cause this shit to deep" Know a lot of niggas thinking that I went sweet How I do that if I'm still in the streets? Still in the hood with my niggas toting heat Try to get up on me, blow his feet out his wheats Have his ass laying under them white sheets Still on the block with his blood on my sneaks You can catch me smoking Bleep by the beach Slide through ya block and ya goons, we delete Hop back in the whip, tires going screech Lay him in a box laying next to the freaks If you tryna ask who up next, it is me If you plugged, I'll give you some extra for free Anything else, get you taxed - that's a fee I ain't never been none less than a G Can't get a feature if it's less than a G Can leave you left if you testing a G Pappy getting killed was a lesson for me Can't let a nigga get the best of me Gotta move carefully I'ma get rich, move my people out to Beverly Snake or a rat, something I can never, ever be Need a real bitch that'll never, ever, ever leave Shoot him in the mouth, that way he don't get to yell or scream I'm a real nigga, promise, I'll never tell a thing How the fuck you ask 'bout some shit that I ain't never seen? Niggas fake and they gay 'cause they rather sing Might die 'fore you wake, so you better dream Try to run, get erased 'cause I got a beam Smoke dope to the face, promise, I'm a fiend Real cool in the streets, they say we some things [?] Niggas playing in these streets Lost friends I'll never see again in the streets [?] We was really out here, out to play in these streets Really on go, never playing with the beef Nigga got clapped, they was saying it was me Fuck I look like tryna switch on my niggas When I really used to do hits with them niggas? I set yo ass up and hit licks with them niggas When I get that sack, I buy bricks for them niggas Probably done fucked through yo bitch with them niggas I just feel like my niggas bigger than niggas I promise, we gon' cop them figures Pull up to the party and hop out a Bentley on niggas I'm just getting hotter, I ain't even on fire, yet We come and shoot up yo block like a fighter jet I can not stop 'til I'm high in a private jet Far from the hate where them niggas can't find me at Probably some label that don't wanna sign me, yet But it's some shit that they also is gon' regret PBG, TFG Promise, I won't forget Soon as I get it, we gonna fuck up a check We gotta ball out Free the guys until they all out I'm here with my brothers, we can't never fall out And it's a whole lot of shit niggas don't know 'bout We pull up, we hop out with Glocks and we show out And you can catch me in the bricks, by the rowhouse [?] And these bitches sluts, so I don't got me no spouse I know 'cause I got yo bitch in my crib hoed out And that water deep [?] I'm screaming: "Free Shotta" until my big bro out If you disrespect me, I'm pulling my pole out And shooting at your face 'til yo ass ain't got no mouth And please do not speak on shit that you don't know 'bout I stand by myself, I don't blend in with no crowd I came with the Insanes, they be there when I roll out And niggas can't take me, they hoping I go out Aus Songtexte Mania