[TQ - Intro]
KB, Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)
`Bout mine
Y`all know how we do it
Yeah (`bout mine)
This is for them soldiers (keep it goin`)
All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)
[TQ]
I`ve got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
I got my windows seedy, county line`s still on
Now what the hell is goin` on?
This nigga been around the world and back
And it`s a lesson to be learned in that
A lot of paper to be earned in that
But I still couldn`t discern the fact
That the life ain`t gotta be like that
So hold it down
1 - [TQ]
(I`ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you`ll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I`ll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn`t be without it
When I think about it, who gon` be down?
(Who will be down?)
Gotta feel G about it, or you`ll see about it
(Don`t get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?
(I`m sick of all you haters when I`m comin` `round)
When I think about holdin` it down
(Gotta hold it down)
[TQ]
Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood
I sold straps cuz the paper`s good
(So my bitch should understand me nigga)
We let them ends get bigger
It`s always somethin` wrong with the picture
That`s when it hits ya
Seventeen years old, ain`t no need to be rollin`
In a big body Benz that`s stolen
All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now
The grind is somethin` that you gotta stay real about
I doubt I`d change a thing about my life, except these haters
I`d take `em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights
And won`t get tired `til we all ball, causin` a riot
Can`t even see no peace and quiet
So I decided misery I`ll deal with myself
Ain`t no need for me to be involved with nobody else
I`ll chase my wealth across these continents
Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this?
Bitch nigga, be `bout it
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[Vandalz]
Now who be lettin` them heads loose, aimin` off the roof
It`s the new millennium and I still ain`t feelin` `em
I`m Y2-AK, ready, hands steady
Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas
Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas
To the clique I`m dedicated, `bout, blunted and faded
Bitch please
Ask a nigga, squeeze the young G
Situation turned drastic, I`m pullin` out plastic
So bring the beat cuz I`m a bastard
Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic
Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin` street
Psychotic, leave the mic, it`s idiotic
Bring ya heat if you `bout it
Watch `em inhale butane and spit hot flames
Thug, so I`m stayin` heated
But fuck the trouble that it`s caused
We part insane, mentally
With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison
To innocent citizens
Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them
Decided we out
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