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(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Blitzin' shit, no, it ain't funny when we catch niggas
If me and Lo don't hit you, guaranteed I'm spinnin' back with 'em
K Shorty got away, but Z-Man couldn't, he got clapped with 'em
They shout out, "51st," hit TBC, I dropped that fat nigga
Just started on the mic, few months ago I wasn't no rap nigga
We love chasin' opps, so it get gruesome when we wrap niggas
They love hitting the phone when they at home, so I can't rap with 'em
BJ ain't use his head, they took his gun, got his shit tapped with 'em
B-Nice got away, but FA couldn't, he got clapped with 'em
I love rollin' sauce but when I do I mix some black with 'em
These niggas hella easy, send a bitch to talk and laugh with 'em
The city hate the gang 'cause we the ones that's belt-to-assin' 'em
Janky man shot his self on a drill
You can't hang with us or bang with us if you ain't gotta kill
Boozilla chain, that bitch was free, he gave it up, ain't have to steal 'em
And Noonie Jack and I'm like Jill, but turn a demon off them pills
D-Nine got caught up in traffic, he ain't die but he got touched up
Gotta stay up in the crib 'cause bein' with them gon' get you fucked up
Free Drac, he got his name from swingin' drizzy like it's nun chucks
They rappin' like they clappin', only slid, ain't got one struck
Free Dracs to play, the last five years we been poppin' it
We the ones that be killin' shit, we ain't the average Stockton niggas
Two-six with a button, watch me burst and stand down on top of niggas
Make sure you clip him when you spot the nigga
You ain't gotta tell me blow, already up my fye
Last time they mention DayDay, hit the L, somebody died
Charger rollin' off the kit, I smack the curb 'cause I'm too high
Lil Wayne wanna hold his pride, now his ass up in the yard
From the yards to West Pullman, my YN's all walk shit
Wanna know why they get belt, 'cause they don't kill, but they talk shit
Mix the 30 with the bull, unlock my door, get on that Hulk shit
He died on the 8, folks took his button that he got off with it
Finessed her out her check and double-backed it, she got psyched again
Before these niggas kill me, I'll OD off some Vicodins
Yeah, the fly die every year, why y'all be hypin' them?
I'm the nigga takin' lives, so my suckas gotta fight for it
I could smoke your homie right up in your face, you wouldn't slide for 'em
You made your choice, you gotta die for it
We in Cali with them niggas, they not friendly
EBK, me and lil' cuz, just alone last summer
Went up a trey, my favorite block, let's hit the J
My favorite gun, I'm dumpin' Drac'
They big homie played dead, I should've shot Chase in his face
Was glitchin' buttons in the Raq, get on some chill shit in Bali
Threw some rocks and I got mad, call Lil Tone and I got happy
That shit a shame they don't got aim, not even close enough to scratch me
I 'on't brag on lil' shh, but now I know can't walk in alleys
Blitzin' shit, no, it ain't funny when we catch niggas
If me and Lo don't hit you, guaranteed I'm spinnin' back with 'em
K Shorty got away, but Z-Man couldn't, he got clapped with 'em
They shout out, "51st," hit TBC, I dropped that fat nigga