[Knightowl (Talking)]
Hey yo CG, why don`t you
Drop a gangsta btrack for that ass
Some thing like all them other
Bitch ass producersdon`t do
You the man homie
So give me some of that real
G shit let it ride homie
Let it mothafuckin ride
I spot some fools hangin at the corner
I never saw them bitches before
So I grabbed my 4-4
Spot a couple of more
Behind the liquor store
One with a strap a fuckin ese with a bat
But I ain`t goin out I think I know why they came
Last week I put a bullet in a rival fool`s brain
But now I got to face it like a man
I gotta be ready I got a plan
So they can take a nap
They ain`t bout to catch me
They want to get me, but won`t hit me
I`m to fuckin slick G
Never slippin when I be dippin
I got the clip and fuck those that be trippin
Knightowl be the one with the mind of a maniac
Stright fuckin looney, them bitches wanna do me
But they better be ready for what`s next
A slug to chest
Cause them mothafuckin streets be my nest
Fool
[Chours: Bookie Loc]
Being from the hood here`s what you think
Liquor stores, pimps hoes po-pos, and gangs
Yo we do this for the streets
But on the real we do it for the love and for peeps
My family
Being from the hood ain`t what it seems
Cause you see a grip of colors make seperate teams
Yeah wel all got heat to pull
But on the real on the streets we don`t need the bull
Ya hear me
[Bokie Loc]
Confusion (confusion) I was just strollin
To the hood store to get a couple of brews
When them reconizables come rolling through
They got on blue and I got on blue too
Yet I don`t know the passenger
Who`s askin me What hood I threw up
I said I throw up the LAW
I was like nah homie I`m true to
When my adrenilain starts to pump
And here the test comes
I know I can run fast
And I know I got my pocket rocket cocked
Ready to blast
And I wish I was back at the house bangin
On them tracks
Instead I`m readin these peice with my heat
Before there`s one more question asked
Balls flyin from fantasism from to much
So I past him in his chucks
I didn`t give a fuck
Any way I get stuck with my chuck taylor
Skid marks hidin out til be dark
Yellow tape had to vacate investigate
The Ram Part
[Chorus]
[Knightowl]
Shots goin off but I ain`t bout to fuckin run
I`ma fire right back Yeah I own a gun
I got a 3-5-7 a 38 that won`t wait
A finger that`ll never hesitate
Bring em all into my neighborhood
I got a toy waitin for em
Best believe my homies blastin
With they don`t know em
I won`t take a fuckin chance
I`d rather see the Devil dance
And taken a fuckin piss in my pants
Cause now a day a lot of mothafuckas like to yap
They also like to fuckin hide when bullets fly
But who`s to say what the fuck you gonna do
If that gun that was shooting was aimin at you
Would you duck, or would you not give a fuck
About life pack a knife and fuck somebody elses wife
I be the type of mothafucka that doesn`t give a shit
The advice I be given ese what who you fuck with
[Chorus]
