Shots sound like the drum roll
Them streets is dumb cold
Even in the summer though
Niggas can't handle the truth or
They don't wanna know
The shit is gory close your eyes pussy
My history documented
Kept a nine in my hoodie
Graduated to the fully, we was goodie
It was money over nookie
That went without saying
Mommy never let us leave
The crib without praying but y'all playing
Your verse wasn't worth the paper
That it was written on
The fuck is you saying
Not much, let me have to get the ducktape
Fuck the world
I'm out here try to make another race
Whatever happen gonna happen
We just living life
Amongst the walking dead
Looking like they died twice
I kept it hood like the fried rice
Too dark to get a tan from the limelight
It don't effect shit bitch but
The pockets getting bigger
Hoes getting thicker, pour mo' liquor
Roll more trees up i'm about to go in
Watch a nigga roll the sleeves up

Anybody disrespect Hav or P
Get their head cracked open like a coconut
Seen
Get your dome sprayed up like Coconut Sheen
At the barbershop
Line niggas up nice and neat
Get splashed open down to the white meat
Down to your jawbone
Break my razor in your cheek
I rap awfully good but when it comes to beef
I leave you on that New York strip real saucy
This is bloody sport hiphop
No nursery rhymes and when P arrives on the
Set it's burglary time
Understandable smooth shit murderers kill for
We dropouts who took life and
Shaped it how we want
I mold this bitch into a success story
Protected by the power of God
I stand before Thee now who wanna rhyme
Who wanna challenge the man
That rock that bandana rap like Gangland

Copyright: Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ALAN MAMAN, Albert Johnson, Keijuan Muchita