Tookie Knows II (feat. Traffic & TF)

Ugh (Ugh), we might die for this shit, ****

Ugh (Ugh, ugh), might go down for this shit, ****

Ga-gangbanging, that Crip shit

**** said "Cuz" in the first grade

In the shade where the cops can't see us (Can't see us)

Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage

It was cool 'til that gang sweep (Sweep)

Now I'm in back of a van and my wrists got a band (Got a band)

Got a number for a name (For a name)

No name on the visit, no call get accepted

Now I'm forced to a man (To a man)

Murder raps, where you from?

Put the **** on his pockets

Watch the COs, they be watching (Watching)

Counting noodles for the hustle (Yeah)

County spread for the muscle

Couple marks on my knuckles (Yeah, yeah)

Puttin' **** on bunk status (Yeah)

Shoulda been with the bitch-ass

Now he on a mattress that we bench-press

PC, get the Froot Loops (Ooh)

Keep tellin' on ****

Why I fuck with that ****? (Nah, ayy, nah, ayy, yeah)

**** made bail but I'm still at rage

Should I thank God for the hell I raised?

'Cause the **** that snitch is gonna feel that grave, like

Ain't nothin' to a Loc, huh? (Huh)

Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh? (Huh)

They ain't show up to the court, huh? (Huh)

But then charges gotta go, huh? (Huh)

A young **** back on Figg (Ugh)

H-Crown on wig, shoestrings say where I'm from

On probation and got my gun

Other side goin' for that thumb (Blop-blop)

Motherfucker, I'm gangbanging (Ooh, ugh, Gotti)

**** I'm blue'd up (Crip), blue Chucks

Blue tee, ****, I keep it G (I keep it G)

****, in the streets is where I be

I'm up like breakfast while **** sleep (I got that...)

Me and Floyd posted on Figg (Posted)

Getting it in and moving it out

Getting it in and moving it out

I'm holding the heat, he watching the block

I'm watching for cops, I'm holding these rocks (Holding)

Fiends keep coming, this shit don't stop (Don't stop)

When it's war time, **** get popped (Pop)

We might die for this shit, off tops

My **** gon' ride for this Crip, no lie (****)

But I ain't dead yet, ****, thank God (Thank God)

Money got **** lookin' at me all odd (What you...)

Broke-ass **** better go get a job

Run up on me wrong, bitch ****, get popped (Get popped)

I'm gon' ride for this shit, on Crip

A **** gon' die for this shit if they trip

Four-fif extendo, with fifty in the clip

TF by my side, he stupid with this shit (That's my Loc)

Q in the ride gripping on the fifth (That's my Loc)

Run up on me wrong (****, err)

My ****, my ****, I'm gangbanging

Ugh, might go down for this check, ****

Ugh, I might die for this set, **** (Ayy)

I ain't trippin ****, I ain't slipping

**** lying saying I ain't Cripping

Back to back, me and Tiny smack

I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac

**** ask, "What he signed for?"

I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo

I got an AK, when that bitch spray

It's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower

Last time I seen jail, ****

I was cell living, getting mail in it

I ain't even talking mail, ****

PayPals for the cell, **** (Ha)

Hit the streets and cause hell, huh?

School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh?

See me and Traffic like a orca, ****

And the black-and-whites, love whale watch (Ugh)

Front-line like mailboxes (What?)

Five twelve, that's the numbers on it (What?)

May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only (Agh)

.45, no numbers on it (Ugh)

Scratched down, I'm strapped down (Brr)

Might go down for this shit (What?)

If I don't then I'm racked down (Racks)

Rank up there with Shaq crown

I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt (Brad Pitt)

I press that, I'm getting rich

I might go down for this shit (This shit)

We might die for this shit, ****

Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, ****

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

We might die for this shit, ****

Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, ****

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

We might die for this shit, ****

Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, ****

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

We might die for this shit, ****