Street Politics 3

I never clipped an enemy who didn't see it coming
Yeah started standing firm but he ended running
I never hit a club unless my get my gun in
Tell my bitch give me five minutes keep the car running
Im from a big city but a small section
Level three bullet proof vest will save you from a lesson
Understand I always set the table never second guessing
If you sitting at the other end this ya blessing
Level up on the math
Quick sabbatical
That's self gratitude now now they mad at you
Niggas was family but now they dead to me
Uncle fester just let em fester
We never fret peep the lecture
The texture
Of my compressor made her fuck me better
DaRucci Leather
And yankee brim you know the weather
Ahh

Straight out of Long Beach
Flossing in some floor seats
Shinning like some gold teeth
Sometime you gotta hold heat

Double tap on the mag if the shot lag
Rack it back and let this beretta fly like a quarter back
Used to stick up till my auntie said I'm on to that
I been stepping since my baby carriage hid my papa Mac
Living proof you really live it you'll be bullet proof
Taking shots at you but hood niggas never hit obstacles
Miss me wit that RA RA
Don't blame it on the ZAZA
Better call the doctor who hit ya bitch me tada
Moving like a mobster
Wit a plate of pasta
Had em wacked before he could even sample the lobster
This the lifestyle that we idolize
Swore a blood oath with ya homies to a vital lie
In the land of the blind you need an open eye
Never let ya third arm lead you to get circumcised
This is Harlem in the flesh
You need living proof
I am what it looks like when Q finally gets the juice

Straight out of Long Beach
Flossing in some floor seats
Shinning like some gold teeth
Sometime you gotta hold heat

Cali nigga repping the west
You not correct
Protect ya neck and chest
Invest for your head and flesh
No stress no mess