Shots

Niggas die off of Poppy street

Bet my mama vouch, they drive by

We don't run inside, bitch, we shoot it out

On my grind, Benz color of the crimes I've been committing

I've been fighting all my life and I ain't stopping 'til it's finished

Rapid fire power sound just like a helicopter engine

Hell ain't threatening to niggas who ain't never had religion

In this field you Phillis Wheatleys ain't gon' never catch me slippin'

Serve that brick piece, now we sneaky, sell 'til the man come and get 'em

Yeah, my niggas built for war, my niggas built for war

They sending threats, we sending shots

They sending threats, we sending shots

Fuck the pigs alive and dead 'cuz they ain't never had my back

See you black, 'fore you a man, and you a nigga 'fore you that

And that you'll never understand if you done seen it second hand

You ain't ready for that war then please don't step across them tracks

Rent money low and pressure high, no sellin O's just selling dimes

These California sunny skies done looked down on me all of my life

Is you really bout' what you write? Know they waitin' on my demise

And I been waiting too, my patience through, blue paisley noose in the sky

Martin Luther had a dream, I thought Tookie dream was better

Bunchy Carter had a plan, but they shot him 'fore he led us

To that Ghetto Promise Land, it ain't no hope for the darker man

Just the folks who you bump for the Arm & Hammer, the nigga prolly gone die when his mama had em'

That fleecy mattress fit 3 or 4, taking shit when we leave the store

Ain't a shoulder to lean up on, chauffeur in the back, the police been called

Same ol' gauge, same ol' trigger, same ol' cage, brand new nigga

Front page when you kill em', mothafucka pay attention