Open Up

Open up up and take the block over

Pause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters

38 special, don’t let them bullets catch you

But pull out that long thing and long range stretch you

Lace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizer

Came through with niggas cuz most of em 85’ers

Hit yo baby moms, embody yo baby father

Proud of couple rappers, they probly yo favorite artists

Fuck is all these charts? A lot of these niggas garbage

From D Block to the Bullpen we the hardest

Still keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target?

I move anything and everything’s on the marble

Layin niggas down, roll em up in the coffin

I’m drawin from the waistline, I’m drawin from the arm pit

This is that front page, continue to page 4

Every time the D’s come and kick in the same door

Alive niggas’ time, cut short when they change loads

Some niggas came up, some of em still lost

Floss all niggas, that’s whatever the bill brought

Feed yo whole team, now you being a real boss

Can’t smell the sour or the kush cuz it’s sealed off

I’m lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off

2 guns up, yea nigga that’s 8 scratch

All pan like canned up, it ain’t wax

We open up up the shop, drop down

Open up, we got the block locked down

Real niggas is reppin the streets first

G’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first

Loadin up the tray deuce, sippin on the deuce deuce

Lightin the blue dream, it’s blue like blue screws

Rap of the street, yea I’m in the who’s who’s who

I don’t floss, I sit on money like the jews do

Robbing in the vits, another 5 star with the bricks od down south and the

Trap of the pits

I don’t pump, I just come through the spot she'd

Visions of the M8 wagon with the ostrich

Seats and the steering wheel,

You a liar lil nigga, you just appearin real

Niggas know to fear the real

There never was a nigga like I

The town that hold me down like I’m big in Bedstock

Pull it out, cock back, nigga let it fly

Then a nigga gone and a riga red eye

My movement is laudable, my hand in

Any type of handgun seems so compatible

Rappin emphatical, dogs so radical

Pull out the mack so I can rat tat tatter you

Nigga you should leave it at that

I’m a cool fly nigga that get weed in stacks

Driving in a hardtop drop

Couple homies got killed, couple homies got popped

Dumping 7 grams cuz the plan don’t stop

Like when it’s hot in the projects the fans don’t stop

I’m in the lex land with my hand on the gwap

Off the end of island, camp 10 on the block

Told you bout the fam, just imagine when the shit hit it

Niggas got a pound then you know we getting lit with it

You getting money then stick with it

Pass me the mic, I’m sick with it

Something like Cyrus the Virus

Came from the dirt but my touch is like the Midas

We open up up the shop, drop down

Open up, we got the block locked down

Real niggas is reppin the streets first

G’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first