Count to ten and then come in shootin' Fuck peace, Silverback the new Huey Newton I feel it, it's in the air, white cop with a stare New judge in the chair, this shit hittin' the fan But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit And I ain't leavin' the house without that in my hand And it ain't only the cops, it's niggas on your block That talk like a lil' bitch and act like they your man Somethin' like Kris Parker, my Uzi weigh a ton Hundred niggas on the track, then you know I'll be the one To tell niggas to suck cock, run and get a gun It's old P, new P, prob'ly layin' in the sun Prob'ly on a P.I., if I call you king I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga, that status go to B.I You can fuck around and get burnt like a C.I More bars than jail, nigga, who tryna get a V.I? You dealing with stock owners, conversation with stockbrokers Make a call for coco, smokin' dope from my crop grower The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor How could you not notice? I come from that rock culture (Rock) Star of the squad but they cannot coach (At all) Louis Vuitton holster, this for my niggas in the cell And on they wall, they got a Nicki Minaj poster The talk's over, no drive-by's, we walked over
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