Back in December,
was it November?
It's kinda shady, I vaguely remember
I was at the peppermill,
poppin' at the bar tender
She made me a drink,
called a bodybender
That's when a smirk pulled on my shirt,
said
Get off my girl, dawg,
before you get hurt
I said, hold on, you know what you think
You better back the fuck up
and let me order my drink
He backed the fuck up
and did more than you think
He had a 8, not a 9,
but it's sorta the same
And I was one lonely R .O .M .P.
All by myself without nobody.
Slightly morted since death,
can I avoid it?
Somebody slammed the door
on the way coming from the toilet.
Looked back,
then I pulled out my strap.
Snapped it with it twice,
but uh, I should've flapped.
Cause the southern groom
niggas started whining.
Pulled out my faulty phone
and started dialing.
Told my niggas to come,
come to Dub lin.
Finally put a nigga on the go.
Show busses bubble.
They said yeah, you know we coming.
But damn, my nigga,
you always in the sun
Recently, June 4th, released from jail
And bout to hit the streets
like a beast from hell
It's that nigga y 'all done
heard about,
Young JG
Love to play the game, man, I play big
See suckas havin' money,
and I gots to have some
You in a double R, I gots to have some
I ball up in this back door
like knock, knock, knock
A nigga move too fast,
so I pop, pop, pop
Should've stood still,
there would be no fire
But it's a little late,
all I'm hearing is sirens
And now I'm in the wind,
like leaves on trees
I'm in the crowd trying to blend,
like D's on V's
I'm sweating bullets,
I'm the next kind, out on parole
What the fuck was I thinking?
I'm out of control
I'm at the Romp house,
and I'm huffing and puffing
My niggas looking at crazy,
cause I'm always in the zone
I'm always in the zone
Yo, we fuck with heavy guns
Fuck around and pump heavy slugs
We drink a Remy doin' heavy drugs
Nigga, we stay explosive,
it's about a quarter to six
Step out the limousine,
my Wally's bout a quarter inch thick
Nigga, we shittin' on him,
I rock the three piece
Savage, so many carrots up in my ice,
I could choke a rabbit
Bitches screamin' for me,
but all they took was one dirty look
We hit that nigga with that murder book
Nigga tried to step past,
hit him in the face with a Moet glass
Spill drink on this bitch,
the whole club hit the door fast
Trunks is poppin',
niggas wingin' in the parking lot
We keep it gangsta
with them choppers out
S .L. Double, I smell trouble,
boy, it's nothin'
Keep it peace, motherfucker,
I'm always into somethin'
Yo, I'm always into somethin'
Check me out now, yeah, y
Let me tell you somethin'
bout a nigga like me
Never should've been let
out the penitentiary
Cause niggas don't switch stuff,
I guess they got it mixed up
Now I'ma dust the heater
off my shelf
and leave him bitched up
Like this one nigga acting like a dumb nigga
S 'ing on his chest with no vest,
he a dumb nigga
Ain't no love in this thug shit
Now he at the club trying to hug
on my thug bitch
Plus she don't gave me the rundown
on how this nigga run round town
Speaking on my name tonight,
he get gunned down
This bitch about to set him out
Open the door and let him out
Cart his ass, headin' out,
Bronx -style, jet him out
Never have beef with a nigga
who a bitch you wanna sleep with
Cowards get devoured on
that sweet shit
Shittin' with the venom then,
bounce with my adrenaline
Pumpin',
yo nigga always up into somethin'
Into somethin',
up into somethin'
Backin', into somethin' nigga
always up into
Somethin'
Into Somethin',
into Somethin'
He's backin' for Somethin'
Into Somethin'
Always, always into
Somethin'
Always, always into
Somethin'
Always, always into
Somethin'
Always, Somethin',
always into
He's backin' for Somethin'
He's into something
We in the something
I'm into something
Into something
Into something
Yeah