Risin

Yeah

Slap a nigga down

G

All these niggaz talkin crazy lik I sold all my guns

Run ya mouth we run up in ya house & cut out ya tongue

Come get ya bitch, you could have her back my nigga we done

Make it rain on da strippers till we run out of one's

We could always take yours we'll never run out of funds

When it's beef we bring da sauce & put that shit on a bun

You would never see it comin killaz dressed up lik nuns

Succa Free & DBN we risin up lik da sun

I got bitches on da team wit bigger hearts than you niggaz

Got da prosecutors usin every trick to convict us

They in every van & on every roof takin pictures

Still strapped, we ain't hidin ridin deep wit da hittaz

Neiman Marcus for da jeans Polo v-neck & briefs

In this game we don't play but when we do it's for keeps

Niggaz watchin what they say lik they got eyes on they teeth

If we all bosses where da Indians that follow da chiefs?

I pull up in something mean, wit no tints on da whip

You can't see da passenger she tryna unload da clip

I just did a fed bid they tried to get me to flip

But I'm G'd up lik I smoked a blunt of that dip

They killed my nigga TTG I pray he restin in peace

When I heard that he got murdered I ain't sleep for a week

Callin out & sendin texts checkin up on da beef

In da cell stressin wishin I was out on da streets

All these niggaz talkin crazy lik I sold all my guns

Run ya mouth we run up in ya house & cut out ya tongue

Come get ya bitch, you could have her back my nigga we done

Make it rain on da strippers till we run out of one's

We could always take yours we'll never run out of funds

When it's beef we bring da sauce & put that shit on a bun

You would never see it comin killaz dressed up lik nuns

Succa Free & DBN we risin up lik da sun

At da stove whippin O's baggin up on a plate

Next flip hit da plug tell him double da weight

Got my name all in they mouth but I'm in love wit da hate

I kill these niggaz wit success & then show up at da wake

D'Usse Remy Ma in VIP wit da squad

Celebratin for my niggaz who in prison or died

Ask around I got that work yeah I could get you a job

I'm so connected there ain't a place on this earth you could hide

Da last nigga who tried me would've been 30 today

I hold court in these streets, shout out my nigga Ray

I give her dick she give me face she say she love how I taste

She brought a friend we jumped her in I beat it up lik a case

Purple codeine in da Styrofoam I'm mixin that Barney

Leanin wit these shades on lik it's a weekend at Bernie's

Couple thousand every month I pay that to my attorney

White sheet over ya body laid out on a gurney

All these niggaz talkin crazy lik I sold all my guns

Run ya mouth we run up in ya house & cut out ya tongue

Come get ya bitch, you could have her back my nigga we done

Make it rain on da strippers till we run out of one's

We could always take yours we'll never run out of funds

When it's beef we bring da sauce & put that shit on a bun

You would never see it comin killaz dressed up lik nuns

Succa Free & DBN we risin up lik da sun

Smoke sessions wit da loud, gas mask & a bong

Thick pretty bitch double d's out in a thong

If I don't fuck her twice a week she say I'm treatin her wrong

Da way she suck me lik she tryna get her name in a song

Make a movie out ya block, thriller, horror & gore

Shootin all above da rim, Birdie Tupac Shakur

Da clan deep as Wu Tang we gettin cream lik a s'more

I'm on my 3rd strike but I keep da hammer lik Thor

Star Ledger front page I done put niggaz on it

All them niggaz that you wit ain't gon do shit they just mournin

Beat da block up all night then back at it in da mornin

Circle nice & small ain't got no room for rats & informants

In da back of da Maybach 62 Landaulet

Rubbin on that apple on ya Raspberry Beret

Pick that work up from Diego I'll be back andale

Put me in that room for nothin I ain't got shit to say

All these niggaz talkin crazy lik I sold all my guns

Run ya mouth we run up in ya house & cut out ya tongue

Come get ya bitch, you could have her back my nigga we done

Make it rain on da strippers till we run out of one's

We could always take yours we'll never run out of funds

When it's beef we bring da sauce & put that shit on a bun

You would never see it comin killaz dressed up lik nuns

Succa Free & DBN we risin up lik da sun

Succa Free & DBN we risin up lik da sun

Slap a nigga down

Down Bottom Nation

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Out the concrete grew a rose

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