Nothin

Police tied to jam us
Caught me
With the blammers
So they threw me
In the slammer
It’s true that they
Can’t stand a
Nigga with grams
And proper grammar
So on my court date
They tried to hand a
Nigga the book
They said i”m a crook

But I got off the hook
The jury was shook
Looked over at the front
Door when I bailed out
Gotta get mine
Ain’t got time
For no jailhouse
Yelled out
Fuck you all
Hit the gas
Stumped all
Catch you all at the slums
Where you bums
Will get bumped off
Yeah Yeah

You dickheads play hard
And then come soft
Want to take my life
It’s all I got
I let my guns off
Look

Ain’t no crumbs off my plate
Like that Kobe
Jersey boy
Your chest don’t take
Dumped the dirty burner
No gun then no case
Ballistics came
No gun powder
Then no trace
G ride with no plates

Look what you
Rather niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing

What you wack niggas
Be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing

Straight beast
To stay E
Then scrape my plate off
40 so bulky
Knock half of your
Face off
I’m cut right
Thug life
My blood type
Is Crip blue
You a little dog
With a big bark
Shi Tzu
Don’t make me tip you up
For what my fish do

Trip and hip clip slugs
Flipped and flip you
We gang bang

And we ain’t
For the games
You gotta vest don’t follow
Cause we aim for the brain

Bang bang
Is how my gun sound
Put you down
With one round
Laying on the ground
Until the ambulance
Come down
Anybody snitch
Get laid in a ditch
Cause I keep
A couple shooters
On the block
Where i pitch

Then the pigs
Come into play
I got loot
In a safe
If my lawyer
Ain’t retained
I got loot
For the case

I can’t lose
I was born to win
I already did
10 and
I ain’t going again
I ain’t going again

What you wack niggas
Be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing

I’m six deuce
Hopping and dropping
I keep it popping
All the way from
West LA
To west side Compton
When I’m rapping
Keep the bars on
Walking all stars on
Whip straight
Straight on eight
You know the car’s on

Even in 2011
I keep a 7
I ain’t trying
To bounce away
I ‘m trying to live in the present
See if niggas
Still slinging crack
Then it’s a fact
That motherfuckers still banging

Jack I keep a strap
For the time
When they run up
Aiming with my gun up
Leave the whole truth
Of ashes
As if I smoked
The blunt up
Got a ton of heat

So every time
I run the street
If it ain’t
On my lap
It’s sitting
Right up under me
Pedigree is gangsta
That’s what my momma
Made me
And I been sagging
Every since I was a baby
Thugging is a lifestyle
We do it
On the daily
All blue
Keep it true
In Compton
We Crip crazy

What you wack niggas
Be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing

What you wack niggas
Be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing
What you punk niggas be talking about
Nothing, nothing

I ain’t said nothing
You wack niggas
Slug, slug
Fuck that
Finish this
Funny mac
Them niggas is hoes
Prepared to do this shit
Prepare to be alone