(Nico)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
The whole gang outside with it
Ha ha, whoa

The whole gang outside with it (the whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (we outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (you know the vibes, you know the vibes)

The whole gang outside with it (the whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (we outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (you know the vibes, you know the vibes)

Free the guys on the inside
We them niggas that the feds dick ride
Valet, we ain't lettin' shit slide
See a opp, let a whole clip fly
Run down on 'em, no drive-by (spin the block)
Run down on 'em, no drive-by (there he go)
Cold-hearted niggas trap where they eat
I want all the smoke, look at my demeanor
I was young when I came outside
I remember niggas trappin' off the beeper
That's when Slick Rick was comin' out the speaker (Eric B. And Rakim, too)
Before the Mexicans who went uptown
'Cause the Spanish boys ain't no cheaper
Straight to the kitchen with it, get the bakin' soda
Gotta whip it with it, nigga
Is you Blood or you Crippin' with it, nigga?
(Is you Blood or you Crippin' with it, nigga?)
Thirty two shot TEC, one in the head
Scottie Pippen with it, nigga
"That was my bitch first", Bow Wow voice
I had my dick up in her, nigga

The whole gang outside with it (the whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (we outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (you know the vibes, you know the vibes)

The whole gang outside with it (the whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (we outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (you know the vibes, you know the vibes)

Yeah, I know that they destined to try me (yeah)
So I keep my weapon beside me
Keep it discreet, head shots on a treesh
They tryna 'fess up and line me
They know that we ball like a tournament
Red lights to his top like a ornament (ooh)
I get to the bag, D's on my ass
I backed up the chop and I tossed the grip
Water diamonds sittin' all on my neck
Look closely, you could drown in it (yeah)
Trap house, I'ma run up them rack
Stash spot got some pounds in it (racks)
Back to the race
Did the Masi', coulda backed out the Wraith (skrrt)
Catch 'em lackin' and put rounds in his face
Peel off and put the strap in a safe (bap)
They know how we move and follow the code of the streets
I get it 'cause I gotta eat (yeah)
Shit is confusin', how could you love on a treesh
When I had her all on her knees?
Spin blocks, start shootin' keep a thirty in the V
Clutch the 'matic, clear the scene
Pull up and boom, and bullet holes through his tee
Lead rippin' through his spleen

The whole gang outside with it (the whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (we outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (you know the vibes, you know the vibes)

The whole gang outside with it (the whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (we outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (you know the vibes, you know the vibes)

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Writer(s): Leonard Grant