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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Tate
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(N**** ran up on me wit a stick like he ain't have…)
[Verse 2]
Young n**** ran up on me wit a stick like I ain't havin mine
B**** you know I'm well protected by my God and my iron
Ain't no kin of Martin Luther King we pressin fa the violence
White, black, my glock aint neva racists, step on em regardless
Got some n***** bring that pressure right to you they ain't scared to die
Ion see you n***** round nomo you scared to come outside
Terrorize
Bounce on top of s*** the whole club live
It don't matter what you do you know I'm rocking wit the guys
It don't matter who you was we screaming f*** the other side
I'm just glad my n***** said they proud of me before they died
Know Lil Donny had them gwallos he have to eeen have to slide
But he went up to MT to hit a lick had to much pride
Mane I remember when we got to jackin right off Riverdale
Used to whoop them Raleigh n***** a** we always gave em hell
Pulling them triggers on Friday got locked up on Sunday nobody knew he was in jail
Hopped out the car gave yo mama house 23 bullets I swore to god we'd never tell
That was me, Rodney, and CJ, and plenty young maniac n***** on line for respect
I saw my n**** Dro jugg a whole hundred some thousand on God and he ain't ever touch a scale
I did a whole lotta s*** in my young n**** days coulda ended up dead or in jail
Lotta these n***** and b***** y'all counted me all the way out so I gotta prevail
Ain't nomo h*** to f*** off on in the hood we f***** em all
Ain't nomo Js to sell dope to in the hood we plucked em all
Carbon 15 Wesson hollows lay em down he think he think he tall
You just see the pictures for i took a dub I yook a loss
Talk about the city, I'm the one put Memphis on my back
Drugs, h***, rappin, murder capital, this is where it's at
Ever rode 12 hours with 3 bos up in the back
Every had the soft on hand and had to stuff it in ya crack
Ever had to hunt ya n**** killer down he on the loose
Ever beat a n**** a** stomped em out it ain't no truce
N***** talkin bout they havin this and that, that s*** ain't true
All that's s*** you n***** think you havin
None of that shit ain't new
And that b**** you think yo lil b**** loyal she kicks s*** wit the crew
N***** thinking simple minded bout the change keep tryna loot
F*** the government I'm bearing arms my n**** it's time to shoot
I hit first then lil B hit 2nd, He Got lethal weapons
Keep my drako n my trunk and my glock be my legal weapon
When we jumping you know what to do, don't move when we aggressive
Last n**** tried to buck i hope that p**** learned his lesson
All that back and forth, ween wit it, shoot then ask yo question n****
[Verse 3]
Ween wit it, shoot then ask yo question…
Written by: Joshua Tate