Step In (feat. StewSoCoast)

Real spitter,show niggas how to rock when I step in
I'm really from my section, ain't got time for no flexin
The way you niggas straddlin' the fence is depressin
Don't ask what the gang doin', bitch, we leavin' them guessin
It's a G-Man on my hip, but it's shoot, Smith & Wesson

Mention any one of my locs, then the wolves gon' stretch him
The way you niggas switchin' sides, shit's so perplexin
Preppin' up this dope shit to serve, I got connections
But when it comes to this game, it's a curse and a blessing

Niggas better pick a street and press lines for they sections
Speak on Tension and Benzo, then this shit can get reckless
Bullets knockin' through his body, spot him, got him, no question
We might take a couple L's, it ain't a loss, it's a lesson

Stay ten toes, gotta keep my head on the swivel
All the homies like you got it, cuz just keep it official
Stack your dollars, put your focus all on instrumentals
Real spitter show niggas how to rock when I step in

You say you from the set, why you ain't press for your section
Bullets get to flyin', only God can bless them
Before I hit the streets, I say a prayer to my weapon
Stay dangerous, cuz stayin' safe is out of the question

Runnin' with some wild niggas for the gang, we press shit
Touch one of mines, then the wolves gon' stretch him
Six-pack or get whacked two times for the section
I'm on the road, seein' new cities
I done checked a couple tribes out, some brand new biddies
Tryna knock another down when I'm shootin' his 50
And ever since I put the 30 on it, they don't hoop with me
Do the skit by myself, niggas can't shoot with me

Speakin' on my nigga tension, we ain't leavin' a witness
Breakin' records on the score like I'm grindin' for Guinness
And let me see that nigga loafing ', I'ma give him the business
Niggas is trippin', makin' mamas cryin' and sickin

I can't let him take me from my mama, I ain't no victim
Line him up on the wall, get him first like we picked him
Baby, choose up with the coast, you gon' see that we winnin
Gettin' money, lil' baby, you can see I ain't pretendin

Threw the set down in his pic, now his body is missin
Ayy, fuck that, have you niggas swimmin' with fishes
We hit the club, C-section full of Crips with some bitches
real spitter, show niggas how to rock when I step in

You say you from the set, why you ain't press for your section
Bullets get to flyin', only God can bless them
Before I hit the streets, I say a prayer to my weapon
Stay dangerous, cause stayin' safe is out of the question

Runnin' with some wild niggas for the gang, we press shit
Touch one of mines, then the wolves gon' stretch em
six-pack, or get whacked two times for the section, nigga



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Writer(s): Robert Mcgee
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