98 Degrees

98s

Gang shit

Go check the fuckin' news

We really do

It's us

We the ones makin' noise out here

Still tryna score like Kobe

Wet man with my pokey

Still tryna dice suttin' up

When I'm in that dings, and we're glidin' through Stokey

Or Fields, or Square

We don't care

See feds, gang disappear

I ain't tryna get locked with the driver tear

The beef ting's gettin' intense

We raisin' the crime rate

Discharge shells, you know that I'm irate

Let off the baby, I held it sideways

Boof got chopped tryin' to get some food

Man run at their Barbies, too

I bussed that G.B.H., should've seen Mum's face

When she heard times two

Man rubbed at the Red Plate yutes

Got shot in his snitch, free ****, guy sure knows how to shoot

Man got down two, they were so confused

I've ran too much, man out their shoes

How many times I seen molly?

I buss that window, the boy just blew

Got chopped, he nearly got got

His brother nearly lost the plot

Man's lettin' off shots ain't hittin' no doors

Man really wanna beef or what?

My youngers are savage, and pan man's top

That big man shoulda got dropped

One time it nearly got peak

I gribbed that machete, swung it like a mop

Whoosh, listen

A.M.P.R., my clique is Tekky

Four fizz in the crash, put teeth in the mash

K-B off the Ugly Betty

Whoosh, whack, the sawn-off's ready

The dots come black like Yeti

Shells for the oppers over the Berry

Broadway bruckin'

If they ain't lick for the waps

We abuse them cheffies

True say the turner dodged me a murder

3-8, minus one, like burner

Do that purposely on my verse

Then rise with the Tekin' kind and burst it

Grip them purgers

He got cheffed in the nerf, cah dat boy too nervous

They wan' do verses, bare man bruckin' to me

Lil' boy, it's curtains

Yes, us man talk 'bout drills

I can show you where the pressurin' from

It comes from us, boy don't bluff

My 98s bop, we smoke no bungs

We don't do no dabs

We splash that bare, got a ching like Chung

Applyin' the beef from Long

Got my bro, if he's right or wrong

Right or wrong, for my brother don't matter

The hammer can scatter on opps

Bro copped brand-new teeth for the dots

We'll take it, then make it bite like dogs

.12 gauge in the cage, just waitin' to bark

And tape shit off

Sight opps, pop doors and rise this mop

Bet I'll tape this block if they don't make off

Gotta warm up the tires, get us movin'

Once we're rollin', no excuses

Air out your lungs, but you're loosin'

I put my foot through how many faces?

Like a racist, black yutes choosin'

I make all of you children students

Kids intrudin', don't be surprised

If we put two slugs in the air and got human

Yo, no chat, no bad up

Set pressure on opps

We tapin' that block, you know it don't matter

Still slide out no hammer

The ride fit five, but you know we get ram up

Pop them doors, watch K-O stagger

See bro, he a well-known stabber

And the teeth on the blade is a Mazza

Mazza, it's a massacre

I ain't got time for a amateur

Gotta hit man in their passenger

As I fire our manager

I rev it up, with D on the back

Controllin' the dots, he manage it

Pull up on them, and they panickin'

We ain't on talkin', we slappin' it

Got down, to the firm this ching

And bro grabbed him, kicked him, I didn't

How many man turn victim?

Got chings to complete this mission

Fuckin' victim

I'm a stalkin' villain

Don't call on my phone, askin' me, "Who did it?"

I'm smokin' Carna, sippin' on Nippon

I'm feelin' dizzy

Must be D-D, or cheddar, or error

It's whatever

I smoke Latts, chase Stabbz

Saw Mogz, made him crash

Man know me, I'm bad

I try ching Rabba, but the pussyhole dashed

I'm back, anything I can't handle?

Do it in auto or manual

Dem man love chat like panels

Jump out rides, we scratch up panels

Tryna beef from a height, what you know about angles?

Two in the dots, leave man mangled

Spill juice, 'course I had to

Seems a mess, party cancelled

Bodging the sleigh come flat like Yelnuts

No Stanley my hands when I brake it

I'm in a park at the T-House, flamin'

Young G's rollers 'cause they love blazin'

Opps dem shit, it's blatant

They askin' me shit, I ain't engagin'

Bro, let it rip, then it's backyard brakin'

Rude boy, why you write them statements?