Rep Yo City

Body bags and toe tags I'm having a blast
I'll get on your ass if you fuck up my bag
Remain calm and light shit up like red dawn
My ultimate goal is to put my city on
In the dirty glove yo ass will get met with a slug
We get it out the mud and show you niggaz no love
From the Earl Flynns down to the bk's
The Chamber Brothers and Best Friends back in the day
Real Street legends that showed a nigga how to really get it
Now the feds on my ass cause they see how I'm living
Man I'll never forget it my first pair jingles
Standing on the corner where the hood niggaz mingle
Soaking up all the game from their pleasure and pain
The og just came home and he got to do it again
Another 10 we fighting a war that we can't win
Fuck the war on drugs and fuck Nancy Reagan
We gone bust down this brick cause this work gotta flip
You bet not come up short boy yo ass gone get hit

It ain't no second chances nigga when you pitching under handed
Throw yo ass in the trunk while we search for your family
Riding around hitting bumps with a sawed off pump
Niggaz standing outside kill everybody out front
My city grimy and gritty it ain't no mercy or pity
If you ever fuck with me, I'm gone spray out this glizzy
The whole seventeen cause sixteen ain't enough
Niggaz trying to downplay us got my city fucked up
We been bad boys you other niggaz be lyons
In the eye of the tiger them red wings be flying
From the east to the west or the west to the east
If you a pussy ass nigga keep yo ass out the street



Credits
Writer(s): Lashawn Holston
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