Street Politics
Scrape the dope out
Ship it out
Break the scale
Motherfuck it niggas know that I ain't playing
But I ain't never seen the work
He ain't never seen the work
That's one thing that we understand
All eyes on me when I'm rolling
But I ain't pac
Pocket watching aim it at your nose
Well fuck you you want beef
Fuck you on front street
Fuck you you oughta know you got to float go
Straight up out the trenches
I'm turnt up
Still hanging with them boys
That shoot the shit
Don't get it fucked up
I ain't lying
Hanging wit them boys throwing gang signs
Gang ties
Make his whip go poof
On that crunch time
Buss it just to hear the beat
Smoke em till he only feet
Roll em till he obsolete
Then work em like a athlete
Crackers tryna capture me
Cause Huncho Brikks masterpiece
How I get so mean by any means
Let me tell you I was 5
I buss my head on the bed post now I can't sleep
Money fein
If you fuck wit me my Partner red beam
Diamonds rings
All the finer things in my day dreams
Fumbling is a no go for this fucking king
Scrape the dope out
Ship it out
Break the scale
Motherfuck it niggas know that I ain't playing
But I ain't never seen the work
He ain't never seen the work
That's one thing that we understand
All eyes on me when I'm rolling
But I ain't pac
Pocket watching aim it at your nose
Well fuck you you want beef
Fuck you on front street
Fuck you you oughta know you got to float go
Head on the swivel I'm looking out
Caught up with them boys playing police get to booking out
Take em out we don't give a fuck what he talking bout
I heard is beef so we flipping burgers at your mama house
Down for all my woes all my soldiers all my niggas eat
Died for 3 years now I'm standing back up on my feet
Shit been going on bad luck I need a clover leaf
Angles watching over me but demons trying to take control of me
Motherfucking red light caught him right at the stop sign
Five percent the tint in his whip we let shots fly say goodbye
Heart cold for my dead homies that ain't coming home
Kiyounnie gone Derrick gone
I wonder how much I got long
Scrape the dope out
Ship it out
Break the scale
Motherfuck it niggas know that I ain't playing
But I ain't never seen the work
He ain't never seen the work
That's one thing that we understand
All eyes on me when I'm rolling
But I ain't pac
Pocket watching aim it at your nose
Well fuck you you want beef
Fuck you on front street
Fuck you you oughta know you got to float go
Ship it out
Break the scale
Motherfuck it niggas know that I ain't playing
But I ain't never seen the work
He ain't never seen the work
That's one thing that we understand
All eyes on me when I'm rolling
But I ain't pac
Pocket watching aim it at your nose
Well fuck you you want beef
Fuck you on front street
Fuck you you oughta know you got to float go
Straight up out the trenches
I'm turnt up
Still hanging with them boys
That shoot the shit
Don't get it fucked up
I ain't lying
Hanging wit them boys throwing gang signs
Gang ties
Make his whip go poof
On that crunch time
Buss it just to hear the beat
Smoke em till he only feet
Roll em till he obsolete
Then work em like a athlete
Crackers tryna capture me
Cause Huncho Brikks masterpiece
How I get so mean by any means
Let me tell you I was 5
I buss my head on the bed post now I can't sleep
Money fein
If you fuck wit me my Partner red beam
Diamonds rings
All the finer things in my day dreams
Fumbling is a no go for this fucking king
Scrape the dope out
Ship it out
Break the scale
Motherfuck it niggas know that I ain't playing
But I ain't never seen the work
He ain't never seen the work
That's one thing that we understand
All eyes on me when I'm rolling
But I ain't pac
Pocket watching aim it at your nose
Well fuck you you want beef
Fuck you on front street
Fuck you you oughta know you got to float go
Head on the swivel I'm looking out
Caught up with them boys playing police get to booking out
Take em out we don't give a fuck what he talking bout
I heard is beef so we flipping burgers at your mama house
Down for all my woes all my soldiers all my niggas eat
Died for 3 years now I'm standing back up on my feet
Shit been going on bad luck I need a clover leaf
Angles watching over me but demons trying to take control of me
Motherfucking red light caught him right at the stop sign
Five percent the tint in his whip we let shots fly say goodbye
Heart cold for my dead homies that ain't coming home
Kiyounnie gone Derrick gone
I wonder how much I got long
Scrape the dope out
Ship it out
Break the scale
Motherfuck it niggas know that I ain't playing
But I ain't never seen the work
He ain't never seen the work
That's one thing that we understand
All eyes on me when I'm rolling
But I ain't pac
Pocket watching aim it at your nose
Well fuck you you want beef
Fuck you on front street
Fuck you you oughta know you got to float go
Credits
Writer(s): Kwamaine Jones
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