for my gpack niggas
right right
shooting at cops nigga what
for my gpack niggas
fk the police
nypd new york pricks and dicks
they cant stop our floss
straight up
for my am niggas
what up dun
liqour store closed
hit the bootleggin lets hit the bootleggin
straight up yo
yo dun we got guns in the grass its three at night
im about to take the last swallow of the eases jesus
who got fifty on the next tree we gotta stop at the store
we need d batteries for the theme music
snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
fk a cab lets take crackedout yolandas saab
we gave that bitch two wibles
and skated off the a vehicle for that piddle
all outside the borough dun what happened to queens
like somethin in 121 foriegners on 116th
the got us on the big qe just to get a taste of that greenery
we took our smoke out to coney island posted up by the himalaya
pina colada champales mixed with dainy that st ives in dun
lingo
spillin it on the floor for our dead people while i spark the
sequel
shit my people got lungs when we smoke that shit only go
around once
dogs we just killin time
somebody just got they shit twist on the block fking up the
grind
so til it pipe down
we just going at these sluts bitch we wanna fk right now
son im on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
a crackhead spent his last bucks on six dimes
im one gram from big time a spliff away from overdosin
my heart is broken my man started smokin again
p i heard the tunnel open again
i spoke to flex he said hes gonna let both of us in
its time to load up the autos and semis
i wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike
i got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy
mad deep jumpin out the cocaine white jeep
through was strugglin so i resume hustlin
rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin
yo three in the morning and the ds on the corna still
seems we were born to kill yo p meet me on the hill
so we can jet through queens in suvs
show these motherfkers how we rep this thang ya know
