Die Bout It

Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff us

My pants saggin', I'm double cup

Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a fuck

I might beam ya up, you won't get it up

You wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin'

In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin'

Go live on em, hit vibes on em

Niggas lie bout it, I'm fly on em

My lil' niggas, on my corner, they rap too, they trap too

Pull up broad day, you know the raw way

With the rod play, bap-ap you

Lil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called me

Uptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin'

Bring yappas out, pass by your house, December feelin' like August

Pullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolvers

Hear anything about Hollis Green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya

20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin'

Audemars, I'm ballin', bitch you love, I'm doggin'

Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin'

She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'!

I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia

These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending

My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me

And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me

Bitch, I'mma die bout it

Nigga, I'mma die bout it

I'm from where niggas get it on

We don't cry bout it

You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it

I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it

Faggot throwing water at the event at my show

Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throw

Look 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bands

Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered

All in traffic, bout that action

Yea it's, up there, up there, up there

Did a, shut up, give a, fuck there

We'll come up there

Niggas from where I come up at

Taught to up that

Shoot to kill, don't discuss that

Done that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that

Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!"

And delete people

Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beater

I met your mom, you had a good life

I fuck with your dawg, I don't fuck with you

As soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin' shit that a busta do

You don't know how to keep it street, reason why?

You not a street nigga

My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin'

Grew up in the street, real street nigga

Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting

You lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy

Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered

Young Get 'Em!

I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia

These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending

My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me

And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me

Bitch, I'mma die bout it

Nigga, I'mma die bout it

I'm from where niggas get it on

We don't cry bout it

You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it

I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it

Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me?

Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourself

You know we just, yeah all in that bitch, retawdid

You know, nigga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me?

You know every time I see that lil' bitch, he dont't move by himself

He got a whole lil' entourage and shit you heard me?

That's a sign of weakness

You know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a nigga just like weakness

I ain't takin' no diss shots at no nigga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard me

Nigga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, nigga caught feelings like a bitch would do, you heard me?

So, I just know that when you do a bitch, you just yeah

Look, go do what you want to, you's a renegade ho

The worst thing you can give any nigga or bitch is rejection

You know hoes love attention

You ain't got to have a pussy to be a ho

A ho is somebody that just want attention from another man

They got a lot of hoes with dicks, outchea

Right now, you know me keep that thang all the way street

You know I be listening at these niggas talk

Mane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin'

Look I'mma leave that there what it is

Look, B.W.A

Kevin Gates For President

All the way retawdid'!