Jun 22, 2014 12:22
You hear that fo-fifth sound
duck when I spit rounds
cuz this aint beverly hills, you in the bricks now...
we aint got shit down there but dope and guns for sale
you get your head cracked and niggaz don't run and tell
it's like sell crack-get caught-head back to jail
we on that fuck the police shit, we livin' in hell
you better guard ya grill homie and stand ya ground
these bullets burn-they hit whoever standin around
I never learned, even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Then I went on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
once you hear that twelve guage, that's when the trouble stops
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to detroit, you can find me on the west side, motherfucka......