(feat. Insane)



[Bridge:]



Gang bangin', dope slangin', guns ringin' everywhere

Money makin', man no fakin', givin' up a bottle cap



[First (and only) verse]



I'm bout as real as they come, nigga we started this first

I told your Mom "I know it hurts to see your son in that church"

And they continue to search, lookin' for the killa too sweet

He got the laws out on the street while they mobbin' hoes on the beat

Have a pete, these hoes is great, eatin' steak under the plate

Believe they handlin' weight

Suckin' dick and feedin' ya grapes

They got some loot of they own

Pushin' balls of heroin

17 shots to the dome

Oh yeah, they packin' that chrome

Now they freakin' this nigga

Wanted for killin' and dope dealin'

How did you figure

You'd ever get away nigga?

Now they kickin' in doors

And knockin', fallin' on floors

Them coppers packin' four fours

Your life ain't no longer yours

Have 'em beggin' to stop

They pop a nigga off top

This nigga poppin' a cop

Straight puttin' it down for his block

Them hoes ain't lettin' SHIT slide

Bangin' like Bonnie & Clyde

Left way too many smokin'

Straight leavin' foreheads open

LIL' FRANKIE

I got that eagle, bangin' 'em like it's legal

Them hoes done put me down, now I'm goin' to meet them people