Tip Off
Attention
(Salute)
Or shoot
(Tell the Captain call his troops)
Noc Gang got the juice
(We got 'em runnin' like a kick-off)
We get it jumpin' round this bitch just like a TIP-OFF
(My side, they slide through)
If they ride, we ride too
(Attention)
Salute
(Or shoot)
Tell the Captain call his troops
(YBG we got the juice)
Got em runnin' like a kick-off
(We get it jumpin' in this bitch just like a Tip-Off)
My side, they slide through
(They ride, we ride too)
Brown bag and a Ziploc, M dot on the clock like tick-tock (hey)
Wrist rock til the shit lock,
John Rocker on the block when I pitch rocks
Like base heads for it when his shit drop
For the love of the money, the Moola, Dinero, the legal tender
You see it's simple, dollar signs or don't even enter
Get ya whole team whacked for the greenbacks really
Slick wit a hoe, better know,
That ya boy Makk Milly put this third leg in her
Slang wood 'til a bitch got splinters,
Runnin' to the dick like a track team sprinter
N-O-C la famila be the clique
Either wit' us or against us, suck a barrel, eat a clip
It's the M-A, two K's, both wit' 30 round mags
Let these bitches talk beef they get toe tags
And the coroner can fill a few mo' bags
Mother made 'em, mother fuck 'em, I don't trust 'em, my intention
N-O-C for life if I ain't mention can I please have yo
(Attention)
Salute
(Or shoot)
Tell the Captain call his troops
(YBG we got the juice)
Got em runnin' like a kick-off
(We get it jumpin' in this bitch just like a Tip-Off)
My side, they slide through
(They ride, we ride too)
Attenion
(Salute)
Or shoot
(Tell the Captain call his troops)
Noc Gang got the juice
(We got 'em runnin' like a kick-off)
We get it jumpin' round this bitch just like a TIP-OFF
(My side, they slide through)
If they ride, we ride too
Game time from the tip off
My clique raw
Bitch tell me what it hit fo?
Slick talk leave a nigga wit a bent jaw
You do not switch it up on yo niggaz dats law
(Aye)
You don't want no problems I promise
Wit microphone I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
You niggaz is pussy
And I'm not gon play wit you cats like my name Carson Palmer
The game don't change, jus the names do
We don't change for the change dats what lames do
I don't pay for a thang, boy I ain't you
Never been a Kappa but I show you what the cane do
Salute to the Bosses
To get where we at do you know what it costs us?
Do you know the exhaustion?
We been grindin our ass off at epic proportions
Me and Makk Milly blowing back Phillie's
Got a couple hoes smart mouths but that ass silly
They'll bust it open for a gram and a bottle
Take a couple pics, Instagram she a model
Say she never did it but I swear da bitch swallow
Didn't even give her a follow
Either salute me or shoot me
My niggaz be back on tomorrow wit hollows
Attention
(Salute)
Or shoot
(Tell the Captain call his troops)
Noc Gang got the juice
(We got 'em runnin' like a kick-off)
We get it jumpin' round this bitch just like a TIP-OFF
(My side, they slide through)
If they ride, we ride too
(Attention)
Salute
(Or shoot)
Tell the Captain call his troops
(YBG we got the juice)
Got em runnin' like a kick-off
(We get it jumpin' in this bitch just like a Tip-Off)
My side, they slide through
(They ride, we ride too)
(Salute)
Or shoot
(Tell the Captain call his troops)
Noc Gang got the juice
(We got 'em runnin' like a kick-off)
We get it jumpin' round this bitch just like a TIP-OFF
(My side, they slide through)
If they ride, we ride too
(Attention)
Salute
(Or shoot)
Tell the Captain call his troops
(YBG we got the juice)
Got em runnin' like a kick-off
(We get it jumpin' in this bitch just like a Tip-Off)
My side, they slide through
(They ride, we ride too)
Brown bag and a Ziploc, M dot on the clock like tick-tock (hey)
Wrist rock til the shit lock,
John Rocker on the block when I pitch rocks
Like base heads for it when his shit drop
For the love of the money, the Moola, Dinero, the legal tender
You see it's simple, dollar signs or don't even enter
Get ya whole team whacked for the greenbacks really
Slick wit a hoe, better know,
That ya boy Makk Milly put this third leg in her
Slang wood 'til a bitch got splinters,
Runnin' to the dick like a track team sprinter
N-O-C la famila be the clique
Either wit' us or against us, suck a barrel, eat a clip
It's the M-A, two K's, both wit' 30 round mags
Let these bitches talk beef they get toe tags
And the coroner can fill a few mo' bags
Mother made 'em, mother fuck 'em, I don't trust 'em, my intention
N-O-C for life if I ain't mention can I please have yo
(Attention)
Salute
(Or shoot)
Tell the Captain call his troops
(YBG we got the juice)
Got em runnin' like a kick-off
(We get it jumpin' in this bitch just like a Tip-Off)
My side, they slide through
(They ride, we ride too)
Attenion
(Salute)
Or shoot
(Tell the Captain call his troops)
Noc Gang got the juice
(We got 'em runnin' like a kick-off)
We get it jumpin' round this bitch just like a TIP-OFF
(My side, they slide through)
If they ride, we ride too
Game time from the tip off
My clique raw
Bitch tell me what it hit fo?
Slick talk leave a nigga wit a bent jaw
You do not switch it up on yo niggaz dats law
(Aye)
You don't want no problems I promise
Wit microphone I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
You niggaz is pussy
And I'm not gon play wit you cats like my name Carson Palmer
The game don't change, jus the names do
We don't change for the change dats what lames do
I don't pay for a thang, boy I ain't you
Never been a Kappa but I show you what the cane do
Salute to the Bosses
To get where we at do you know what it costs us?
Do you know the exhaustion?
We been grindin our ass off at epic proportions
Me and Makk Milly blowing back Phillie's
Got a couple hoes smart mouths but that ass silly
They'll bust it open for a gram and a bottle
Take a couple pics, Instagram she a model
Say she never did it but I swear da bitch swallow
Didn't even give her a follow
Either salute me or shoot me
My niggaz be back on tomorrow wit hollows
Attention
(Salute)
Or shoot
(Tell the Captain call his troops)
Noc Gang got the juice
(We got 'em runnin' like a kick-off)
We get it jumpin' round this bitch just like a TIP-OFF
(My side, they slide through)
If they ride, we ride too
(Attention)
Salute
(Or shoot)
Tell the Captain call his troops
(YBG we got the juice)
Got em runnin' like a kick-off
(We get it jumpin' in this bitch just like a Tip-Off)
My side, they slide through
(They ride, we ride too)
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Gordon
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