Classic - Young Chris, Neef Buck

This what we use to

This remind me of that

That good nice tell and shit

That old German tale mail Mary shit

That South Philly shit

This what I like to get into

Three’s a charm, the network

Mama 2 jobs daddy too high uncle Wok fried uncle Joe too fly

Brother baby mama introduce me to the lie

That boy hit a win ain’t no loose or no retire loosen up the tie

Back in my street where it’s deep here

Bang out with the police here the boss is only me here

They gave my nigga life my nigga pose to be here

That bitch ain’t pose to be here so more war we declare

Shout out my younging dean shout out my younging wiz

No more leg shots next time in the wig

Meanwhile we cutting more deals while you bid

So come home and make up for the time that ya’ll did

Too many niggas tell somebody is with the pig

Somebody’s got a rundown on somebody with the sig

You know somebody’s gonna take somebody where you live

Put in and let forensic find the bodies at the crib

You know we keep a hundred ever drumroll

Hope you ain’t around when it unfolds

Them niggas sit you down if you take the stand

Them boys are killer man I bought a kilogram

You boys ready to die we can hack a strip

Street shit, street shit, uh you boys ready to die

Nigga hack a strip street shit, street shit, street shit

Your ass be dropping names like a game song

And the streets treating it right like it ain’t wrong

Fucking clowns tight lames a put my goons on

Bloodstains they leave his name in a tombstone

Way of life kid Cudi we day and night

Got that player price for the Ye I like don’t take it light

That’s why your girl cheating scum nigga laying pipe

Rest in peace pimp got the world pouring in they Sprite

Selling Coca-Cola pockets full of stones

Fill it to the top and let it pop until it’s gone

Guy was in a dorm up in Calis with a loan

I was breaking hoes making profit off the song

Mama was a dear papa never home

Clientele running got it popping off the phones

Whoever in the chair we knock them off the throne hip hop this is where I belong

Visions of a hustler pigeons in the dumpster

Niggas wanna kill you bitches wanna fuck you

Nigga you is a snitch niggas wanna cut you

Niggas better duck down smith and west blop town

We ain’t give a fuck then we don’t give a fuck now

Hop on like the president you bring them trucks round

Zombies all over the hood you know that dust round

Snitch boy was a pitbull he’s a mutt now

Louis on my stitching Stewart on my luggage

Signed a new deal caught a connect wit ma new budget

Shout out and go through ma old strip and flood it

The niggas and the bad bitches fuck with