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PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My young **** fourteen (Fourteen)
He ridin' 'round with that pole on 'em (Uh-huh)
See, shorty 'bout that life (Yeah)
Ain't nan **** finna go on 'em (Nah, nah)
We was on the block shootin' dice
When some grown **** just stole on 'em (Damn)
He hopped up and upped pole on 'em
He ain't say nothin', he just blowed on 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
See, shorty 'bout that life (Uh-huh)
It was five witnesses, local citizens (Damn, damn)
And shorty ain't think twice (Nah)
He just up and did the shit like he ain't give a shit
Bullets hit his top, upper ligament
One to the head, shorty finished him
The whole city know shorty killin' shit
And he ain't go to jail, yeah, shorty lit
Five years later, shorty still the truth
He think that he famous, he be on the news
He 'on't give a damn, he be skippin' school
Breakin' all the rules, givin' **** blues
[Verse 2]
School or the streets, shorty gotta choose
He picked the wrong one, shorty finna lose
He 'on't even hustle, shorty act some fool
And he ain't got no money, shorty should've hooped
[Verse 3]
Fuck that, ski mask, quick way
Give a fuck what you think, ****, gotta get the rent paid
Can't get a job, got more bodies than Tay-K
You was in the Safeway, he was in the gang way (Gang way)
He got the drop, found out where Lil Wayne stay
Lil Wayne been havin' bows for a decade
Lil Wayne, he ain't play, he a headache
But shorty ain't care, he was ready (What?)
Now shorty creeped up to the back door (Huh?)
And there's cameras all around this **** crib
I 'on't know why shorty did that for (Why he do that?)
Lil Wayne saw him come out through the threshold (What?)
Couldn't believe, lil' shorty was that bold (What?)
Lil Wayne tried to shoot, shorty let go
Lil Wayne here bleedin', it was that close
Few more shots, he looked up, shorty got ghost
[Verse 4]
Now it's war outside (Yeah)
Get yo ass inside (Inside)
You ain't tryna ride (Tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (Tryna die)
They doing homicide (Homicide)
Better pick yo' side (Pick yo' side)
Better stay inside (Stay inside)
Or ****, you gon' die (Damn, damn)
[Verse 5]
Wayne mad, this shit gettin' old (Huh?)
He hot, this beef gettin' cold
He gettin' tired shootin' up the **** home
He ain't never there, lil' **** always gone
Every call he get, he thirsty (He thirsty)
He saw his cousin and murked him (He murked him)
Broad day, driveway, at church (At church)
His auntie son had hurt him (Boom, boom)
Now shorty cryin' at the funeral, suit and a tie
Looked auntie straight in her eyes
Whoever did this shit gon' die
Whoever did this mama gon' cry
He slide, I slide, we slide
Ain't stoppin' till one of us die
Ain't stoppin' till one of us die (Boom)
[Verse 6]
Now it's war outside (Yeah)
Get yo ass inside (Inside)
You ain't tryna ride (Tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (Tryna die)
They doing homicide (Homicide)
You better pick yo' side (Pick yo' side)
Better stay inside (Stay inside)
Or ****, you gon' die
Written by: King Von
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