作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Yeah, will it ever be the same?
Uh, Big Fivo, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's here (Uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
(Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah
Kane train baby
(One, two, new flow, check it out)
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Slippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch b*tches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
I didn't want to speak on this sh*t but it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I f*ck with this rap but my n*ggas still sellin' c*caine now (Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherf*ckin' case now (Yeah)
A n*gga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks longer'n a b*tch, golfball holes in this sh*t
Big Fen ball in this b*tch
'Cause with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of sh*t
N*ggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the d*pe down
For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Gangland sh*t
F*ck around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little b*tch while he's chillin' with his clique
N*gga where the whole gang at, b*tch?
Where the watch and the chain at, b*tch?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that b*tch
I was f*ckin' in the A, for like four days straight
But a n*gga never claim that b*tch
I be talkin' that sh*t like I'm bulletproof
F*ck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through
I be f*ckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this sh*t get political
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this sh*t get political
Rock it up then blade that sh*t
Dog food n*gga slang that sh*t
N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the b*tch couldn't aim that sh*t
N*gga might get gangland hit
East side sang that sh*t
N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the b*tch couldn't aim that sh*t
F*ck n*gga
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Yo, I would like to say, you know?
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody
Don't use somebody else for sh*t