Law 17

Welcome to the strip
You know this is uh Bam, B Izzle
Uh we got a few other niggas that's here
You know what i mean
They smoking they vibing
Everybody chillin
You know
This is what we love to do
We love to do this shit
You know what I'm saying
Aye
Put ya hands up
Layback, chill

Make you wanna toast the blunt
Hi nigga bye nigga then you smoke blunt
Making sure that the chronic got a hold of ya
Fuck them sirens, choosing violence, so my loc can bust
The Last Dragon, fasho what i shows enough
Wait a minute, leaving me unfocused huh?
Dodge ya bitch like the plague with the locusts bruh
Why slide if you mark but you chokin up

Never gonna leave
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Law 17
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Never gonna leave right now
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo)
It's Law 17
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo)

Come on
Who knows what the leeches want from me
Best believe I'm doing good when they come to me
Back then i didn't have a phone number they made fun of me
Now they need to run to me
I'll mix a song then I'd mix drink cuz
God has wash away the sins and i don't drink blood
Think cuz
If i served Luci
If i really serve Luci i cant feel the colors i use or simply have em use me
Cant really tell a story I get so lyrical
Positive all of my gifts are actually spiritual
I mean shit, i gotta run wit my miracle
Don't make me eustace courage, wit no merial
Tell me really how niggas you done wrong be feeling you
Ima different dude
Niggas falling off like missing tooth's
Maybe i condemn myself maybe i don't
Put the album out maybe i will, maybe i won't
(Bitch)

It's Law number 17
Create an air of unpredictability
Foo
You wouldn't know
Down in the slums
Walking home from the bus
Metro
(Metro)
Fuck outta here n*****
Laid back



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Writer(s): Brandon Thomas
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