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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cinco
Performer
DJ TWest
Performer
Dj Finesse
Performer
Lee Rich
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reece Richardson
Songwriter
Trashawne Fields
Songwriter
Corey D
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, Chuncy Naybors though
XC and all that
Nayborhood, Nayborhood, Nayborhood
If I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
These **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And if a **** want war, ****, all that
Bet if I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
All these **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And any **** want war, yeah, all that
I ain't gotta show a thang, bitch I been from the gang
100 days 100 nights, **** check the range
We was really dropping **** man fuck the fame
I rep mine all times, it’s a 90s thang
Like Snoovers, and Girlys, Tramps, Faggots
Y'all **** all wack
Fuck RTs on Cs
Yall **** know that
Big ass gun on my hip, **** I stay strapped
Catch me slippin on Crip
Betta blow my brains back
Fuck all talk, get hit, cuz ima spray that
**** sneak dissin on me, **** I need that
Never been soft, get caught, you better plea that
Rats get killed on the set, my **** mean that
Bitches want me, case closed, hoe where the cheese at
Bitch im Rollin, get folded, it ain't no dream match
Push all fours off a hoe, yeah I beat that
Take flight first, never last, that’s on my C-flag
If I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
These **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And if a **** want war, ****, all that
Bet if I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
All these **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And any **** want war, yeah, all that
Really with the bullshit, yeah all that
**** go to jail, come straight back
What you call that?
Rush down Western to the 100s
Yeah we all strapped
Me and my gat go way back like 4 flats
Walkin down Western with the Nayborhood on my hat
Head on a swivel just in case they see my gang tats
Let a **** test me, I'ma have to blow his brains back
Monkey nuts on the Glock, **** where the Stains at ****
Ah, lil' ****, how you play ball but you shaken with the trigger?
XD-40 put a hole in ya system
Ain't not fairplay here, my **** died the other day, ah
Long live CJ, and im still busting slugs for Jackpot The Great
Big 40 eat a **** like a rare steak
Shoot a **** then stand by and watch his body shake
If I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
These **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And if a **** want war, ****, all that
Bet if I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
All these **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And any **** want war, yeah, all that
Nationals, bitch its nationals
Nayborhood Crip, lil bitch, we keep it active
If a Snoover **** trippin this 40 clip get the mashin
All my Crips with the shit lil bitch, we bout that action
9-Owe Crip lil ****, so whats the issue
Seen a Snot **** trippin, these hollows leaving him tissue
Blower in his face, he stressin just the rent due
Duece-Duece kicking and barking just like a Shih Tzu
As a youngin I was raised with the older cats
Young **** riding on scooters, holding them big gats
Clip maxed, Rugers on thoockers, whippin like IMax
I clap **** that’s hyped up like Brad Knight
Calm down, Bruce Lee kicking this choppa, it's man down
Knock a **** noodles, scadootle, no time to beg now
Big rounds vibrate the streets, just like surround sound
Bustin them baby ass guns, shooting out pow pow
If I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
These **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And if a **** want war, ****, all that
Bet if I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
All these **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And any **** want war, yeah, all that
Huh, I’m a real TL
I jumped off the porch with a 40 and some shells
Then I was raised on the W, didn’t take no L's
RIP my fallen soldier, free my **** in the cell
Man free my **** in them jails
Yeah, real shit, I done seen some cold situations
Pay attention to yo surroundings cuz these **** fake
Them **** bitching be the main ones catching cases
That’s why im steady fucking ducking counting blue faces
From the 30s to the 100s we the fucking greatest
You can call me Mr Host with all these shit im baking
Yeah the 90s in this bitch yea we fucking made it
Yeah yall hate we made it
Lil **** with a big ass gun
That’s why the Tramps see me, they gon run forest run
I be running through these hoes like im fuckin Marc Dunn
Gotta choppa with a drum, keep a Rim **** slumped
Theses Faggots don’t want none
If I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
These **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And if a **** want war, ****, all that
Bet if I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
All these **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And any **** want war, yeah, all that
If these **** want war, I’ma let em have it
Pull up on they block, mask on, hop out blasting
I’ma get it craccin, 10-Owe let em have it
Semi-automatic, when we shoot we leaving closed casket
Get y’all paper up, you Hoochie **** hella bum
Shining on you ****, big 100s watch me count em up
Backwoods stuffed, 211s grammed up
Down a bitch on Crip, pick her up when she got my bucks
Fly Crippin no sippin
Got yo bitch diggin away, now she on two missions
X-Owe lil hoe
Don’t be insane, go and get it
Western Ave or Figaro lil bitch, your decision
I’ma need my cash
I’ma need my stacks
I’ma need that bag
Black hoodie, black mask, big blower in my pocket, I’ma get me a sack
If I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
These **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And if a **** want war, ****, all that
Bet if I let this thing rip it ain't no coming back
All these **** plotting on me need to fall back
From the 30s to the 100s, yeah, we all strapped
And any **** want war, yeah, all that
Written by: Corey D, Reece Richardson, Trashawne Fields
