Getcho Hand Out My Pocket

It's A.V. I went from a young boy to a man though
I went from running track to running shit in the bando
G.I. be my section but there's nowhere that I can't go
10 toes down bitch I'm everything that I stand for
Now listen, y'all need to pay attention
Man it don't matter the hood I get it popping like a piston
Now he running like the engine, pray he doesn't overheat
Beam on em at the light, bullets cross em like the street
Niggas wanna act an ass ima put it in a seat
Run through your crib while you gone, you'll never know oh how discreet
Niggas wearing skirts now, how could you believe niggas
That they really who they say they are when they can't even be niggas
But don't mind me, that's just lil me talking
Sweat pants, flip flops, toe socks sea walking
Like a (B) y'all be talking, say it from your chest
No love for a THOT y'all tryna cuff they hearts cardiac arrest
Man the problem ain't y'all been here but y'all been here a lot
I want the cash open up or I'm picking the lock
Wrong move and your popped, protect me cuz I am all that I got
I mean the ball when I say gimme a shot, wit seconds left on the clock

(OPEN UP) back against the wall now, who you gonna call now.?
(OPEN UP) when it all falls down, who you gonna call now.?
(OPEN UP) guns drawn out, hands up then hands out
(OPEN UP) kick in the door waving the 4-4
OPEN UP!!



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Writer(s): Eugene Ellis
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