A big city baby. Time to bend on some shit. y'all people don't understand. That shit is real out here. I'm a tell y'all a story. Now this story didn't happen too long ago.
Check check check. . Ah. Handle your business. Can't get your grip. Can I get a witness?!. Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled. Grip your steel.
Come on, come on rap dudes, let's rap rap dudes. Yeah, yeah, come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga. But now I want my shit back, bring it to ya ass, Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A..
Chorus: Treach. Till death do us, can't move us. We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter. Holler if you hear this, realness. Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin.
Yo, yo c'mon son. Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son. They dyin' out there, son, word up. Yo they killin' us, son, I'm tellin' you. . why?all niggas c'mon that's my word.
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad. 'First Family', top notch nigga, BD. . I used to have so much confidence in myself. But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt.
In the illside of town where they murder niggas. Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers. In the illside of town where they murder niggas.