Str-8 Gone

Puttin soft niggas outta service

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit

Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, all the fuckin, chips blown

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit

Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

My whole crew lives illegal

Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal

Smokin' that sticky green grass

Hittin' switches, bumpin' on cuts from the past

We smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's

Super-soft niggas become enemies

I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's

Now everything I drive is on Deez

I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should

My dope spot in every nigga's hood

I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine

Fourteen shells from behind

Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine

A partner of organised crime

Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth

'Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit

Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit

Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit

Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit

Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

And I'm gone