It Ain’t Nothin’

I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man,

I don't waste time

I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine

See me on the screen, *********s beggin' for face time

Get your own tape but don't bother to chase mine

I got a block, man, we havin' a great time

You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that

I lace mine

Light up the stage, for the homies we make ***********ne

Sick the dogs on you, get more by the

K-9Homies on the yard never walk in the main line

The manes find they can never be in the game

I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same time

Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save time

**********es like you always spittin' the same rhymes

We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind

Put you in the bind from the minute you came by

So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna step up, get your ass touched

You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff

Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up

You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up

Git it, you gotta get your stash up

Git it, you gotta get amped up

You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

I'm right here on the block

When it's time to ride out, you know what

I'm all about

Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down

Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down

Come up in our town and you're pissin' a fourth now

Got four ounces and three bottles of

JackTwo fifth's in the back and everyone

I'm with is strapped

Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools?

Try disrespectin', my

Smith & Wesson is endin' you

And I ain't changed since back in the day

Get your ***********t split quick if you get in my face

You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your place'

Cause your little ass name don't hold no weight

And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake

Get your asses denied down the road

I takeAnd let me tell you one more thing before

I skateIf you a fake or a snake,

I'mma send you to your grave

You wanna step up, get your ass touched

You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff

Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up

You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up

Git it, you gotta get your stash up

Git it, you gotta get amped up

You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Backed up, backed up, backed

Backed up, backed up, backed

Backed up, backed up, backed

Backed up and you bound to get hurt

I'm a First

Staff OG from outta the gutter

With a ********* up demeanor for you punk *********as

Get played like some **********s who try to start ruckas

I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us

Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches

Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies covered

It's gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops

All bull***********t will stop

A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think

It might sink in sometime but

I won't blink

We go against everything, smoke all the green

Got the low wrong swingin', ain't nothing to me

We put it down anywhere like it's something to see

So all you **********es goin' rogue with your haters degree

And when you wanna get loud, son,

I'm ready to work

Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up, get your ass touched

You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff

Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up

You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up

Git it, you gotta get your stash up

Git it, you gotta get amped up

You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up