We Been On

[Chorus: Reece Loc Tha Beast]
See they already know about my Locs and how squad it get
Holding down position in the trenches, like a monument
Plus we got the pepper, that 'ill wet ya, but that's commonsense
Spit streets politics
You suckas know what time it is
Goons all connected and protecting, what we stand on
You can say you rap for your tracks, we strictly hands on
Holding down the torch and let it scorch until your mans gone
You niggas just starting to bang, but boy, we been on

[Verse 1: Rondoe]
I'll knock all the beef up outta your taco
And put extra cheese all over your nachos
Forreal on mamas, that fo'-five wit me
Don't too many make it, they get hit with the mini
You'll get shot in the back of your ass for trying to run
Why you never shoot back Cuz? I thought you had guns
I'll leave you stretched out, looking up at the sun
Like a few years back I was playing with an M-1
With duct tape clips, I mean no shit
I used to pull up wit it and get off on shit
I be outside everyday like the bums be
Niggas is lying if they say they can't find me
Slide through the 50's, better be ready to shoot
Cuz I put that on everything my nigga, we do
This the block movement, no suckas is allowed
Every nigga that I ride with will get out and shoot you down
This the block movement, no suckas is allowed
Every nigga that I ride with will get out and shoot you down

[Chorus: Reece Loc Tha Beast]
See they already know about my Locs and how squad it get
Holding down position in the trenches, like a monument
Plus we got the pepper, that 'ill wet ya, but that's commonsense
Spit streets politics
You suckas know what time it is
Goons all connected and protecting, what we stand on
You can say you rap for your tracks, we strictly hands on
Holding down the torch and let it scorch until your mans gone
You niggas just starting to bang, but boy, we been on

[Verse 2: Flip Flip]
Flip from the 50's ask Reece Loc and R-D
He don't do no rappin', he let the A-R speak
I hop out on these feet and let the suey get to ripping
Have ya'll ducking under cars, running, jumping over fences
Keep your nose out his business, cuz he'll take your face off
Watch ya hit the ground, and jump in and ride and take off
He still ain't changed, he the same ol' Flip
And I probably won't change, probably do another bid
For probably making these prick kids grow up without a dad
And fuck the police, free Reece and Phatz
You'll wanna stop playing, cuz this man is the truth
I shot a nigga in his face, all the blood made me puke
I'm a 5 block soldier, learned the ropes from my big bro
Been off the porch, first in was ten years ago
You're brand new dude, my name been established
I've been chasing suckas down, clappin' automatics
I've been dumping packs, been stripping niggas naked
I've been reppin' the 5, to be exact fifty seventh

[Chorus: Reece Loc Tha Beast]
See they already know about my Locs and how squad it get
Holding down position in the trenches, like a monument
Plus we got the pepper, that 'ill wet ya, but that's commonsense
Spit streets politics
You suckas know what time it is
Goons all connected and protecting, what we stand on
You can say you rap for your tracks, we strictly hands on
Holding down the torch and let it scorch until your mans gone
You niggas just starting to bang, but boy, we been on

[Verse 3: Riv Locc]
Ima beast and a monster
Ima lyrical anaconda
I G-O on mamas, with a clique of young piranhas
Looking for a hoe to chose up so I can sponsor
My mouthpiece spit like a fully auto, Osama
Yea, that's a K for you squares
We fluff Reggie up, and dump as K to you squares
Untouchable like air, I stay thuggin' and aware
Cuz to a true hustla, the struggle isn't pure
Ya'll drop the ball and fumble, cuz ya'll scared, I got heart tho'
Hoes be like, eww Riv, what happened to lil Marco?
I stay ready to rock and roll like a live guitar show
No I'm not a whale, I'm a great white shark bro
Like Jaws, I one, two, three and part fo'
Tired of face fighting these niggas, thinking they hard Loc
Reece, Flip, and Rondoe eliminate whole carloads
Midwest Monsters, we shining where your star glow
Riv

[Chorus: Reece Loc Tha Beast]
See they already know about my Locs and how squad it get
Holding down position in the trenches, like a monument
Plus we got the pepper, that 'ill wet ya, but that's commonsense
Spit streets politics
You suckas know what time it is
Goons all connected and protecting, what we stand on
You can say you rap for your tracks, we strictly hands on
Holding down the torch and let it scorch until your mans gone
You niggas just starting to bang, but boy, we been on