Steppers & Dropouts

Get lined bih, we slanging iron bih, that type of time bih
We ain't like them others, grab them cutters, we gon' murder some
Pen and pad the way I stamp a nigga, think he signed bih
Zip the nigga up, he leave the morgue, and under dirt or some
Put that heater on 'em and he froze up
I run with them steppers and dropouts, and all us poled up
Grew up faster then the rest, as teenagers had growed up
Pause nigga, ain't BCG then we ain't throwed it up

Southside was running out night they couldnt stop none
Was outside with choppas outlied and ready to drop some
You bout some? then nigga pop some and see the outcome
I doubt none so keep a cocked gun to not get knocked on
The way we catch a body you would think that we was contract
Aim that shit above his brows and I bet it make contact
Me and shawty seperated ion see us going back
But I ain't thinking bout no bitches I ain't really on that
I be up my new bitch say i'm insomniac
I be chasing money going where the provolone at
Ima send some shots for anybody play where Von at
Fuck shooting his car we shoot the 'partment where his moms at
I ain't much impressed with bitches doing all that ass shaking
Baby show me some like you solid and you passed playing
No concealed permit I got my stick inside the gas station
Ima wipe a nigga nose its gon' be his last days in

Get lined bih, we slanging iron bih, that type of time bih
We ain't like them others, grab them cutters, we gon' murder some
Pen and pad the way I stamp a nigga, think he signed bih
Zip the nigga up, he leave the morgue, and under dirt or some
Put that heater on 'em, and he froze up
I run with them steppers and dropouts, and all us poled up
Grew up faster then the rest, as teenagers had growed up
Pause nigga, ain't BCG then we ain't throwed it up

I smile and joke around alot but ain't the type to play
I got way to much potential to throw my life away
I feel like killing someone bih it's been that type of day
I watch the white inside his eyes go from white to grey
And I ain't phased by all that talking i'm official and authentic
But play with me play with ya life it's in my hands I end it
All that jaw jacking ain't me you typing shots I send it
And when I say it's fuck you bitch that's from my heart I meant it
I over love just like my momma I ain't scared to admit
I also over think to much it's hard to bare with it
I hustle hard just like my pops I wouldn't dare to quit
And I do things the harder route and also flare in it
You was at Disney park hopping
I was outchea car hopping
Sit and watch 'em start talking
Run down on 'em start popping
You cross that line they draw the chalk that's where the line stop
He 6 feet under his headstone inside a pine box, In real life

Get lined bih, we slanging iron bih, that type of time bih
We ain't like them others, grab them cutters, we gon' murder some
Pen and pad the way I stamp a nigga, think he signed bih
Zip the nigga up, he leave the morgue, and under dirt or some
Put that heater on 'em, and he froze up
I run with them steppers and dropouts, and all us poled up
Grew up faster then the rest, as teenagers had growed up
Pause nigga, ain't BCG then we ain't throwed it up