Letras
We war bound don't bring the semi's
We gotta bring the choppers with the titties
We gotta send a message to the city
If they innocent they off limits damn who raised you lil niggaz
We sliding three deep it's only rage that we feeling
All I see is red fuck the consequences
Trigger finger itching gotta leave this whole hundred empty
Turn they set day picnic to Hell's Kitchen
Fire engines flying by imagine a momma crying
Holding her son he was visiting from college
No apologies accepted guillotine off with his head
His homies blowing up my line tryna offer his head
Them bridges burnt up niggaz bet not call me again
They said they whooped him already well we Gone dog him again
Him and his man prolly even wack his next of kin
Yea I know he don't bang but he was there
Yea I feel it in the air wind chill soothing my tears
I ain't been back an hour yet might don't see me in years
Fuck it my get away driver been kinda lucky
We been side by side with the pigs and he ain't budging
We been sliding for a minute still ain't seen nothing
Hold up there them niggaz go right there my scene Coming
Cut the lights off bend the block they at the burger stand
I feel like Dough Boy when Ricky got did yea this sh*t Real
Bounced out let it rain out blew a brain out
Tore his knee off street fighter that yoga flame out
Niggaz crawling off turn yo punk ass over
The homies yelling from the car fuck that nigga it's over