It is a 150 Party, don´t invite the feds I was in the trenches, born with that SIG Come pull up with 2 shooters, cause that was all we had Still clapped his ass, still whacked his ass, yea
And we shot your man on accident Ain´t even hit him that many times, look up axed his ass, damn And you´ll never know what we sliding in Wanna pull up, clapping out that foreign, pussy start rapping then He was outside, pussy nigga then he died then Bitch load up that .30 why you crying then? Bitch come pull up and kill one of mine then And if you really want this body, bitch keep trying then Walking down the 9 with that, (with that) Ain´t even have no mask, put on our hood Big bro asked me was I tryna slide, and I just shrugged Lil foenem´ got all this reefer gassed up, we good, (good) We was shooting niggas going to highschool
We blew down the twin, they told the council Student-Teacher Conference brought they grandma, too Ain´t give no fuck, next day, brought my hammer too You ain´t never posted up by the corner with Roc You ain´t never seen Fazo with that .40 Glock You ain´t never had to run from the end of the block You ain´t never seen slime pop out, no top You ain´t never seen nobody drop, at least not one of the opps I always shoot, no movie, these bitches look like some props And all of these bitches got mops Couple of the guys cut off they locks, cause them bitches got hot Whole East-side´s getting popped
I was on the 8, I was high off a 8, phone East-Side of the pop Gotta get the mag, whodie in traffic, oh he sliding with a bop Ya´ll ain´t talkin´ about that, we talkin´ about that one? Oh he died off the spot, we ain´t never tryna give no Nigga the first lick, so we riding with it out I remember I was 15, bought my first trey, see what that bitch was about Gotta ride to the block, linked up with Whitefolkz, he blew that bitch to the aisle 9-1-1, knock him down, Twin Towers, red showers, red flowers We was smoking oppers, when he had sour Now we smoke exotic, Essex block, that´s ours (bitch)
And I got power (bitch), get the strip devoured Ain´t gotta pop out with no extra clip, another one of them Bitches around us All my niggas running up 6 figures, got at least double digits around us Said you ain´t worried bout none of these choppers, till a 100 of these bitches come out it (rrahh)