You might call them yo homies And say that they down for u Mama told me
Not to lack up on u niggahs They might use the word Family and say that they love u Mama told me
Not to lack up on you niggahs
Mama told me
Keep my foot
On these niggahs necks
If they smell u weak
They lose all respect
And i value that
So i carry my heart
On my shoulders
It ain't a niggah around u
Tell u that imma hoe
Gangsters move in silence
And i never been
The type to talk
Im quick to get violent
I be the first to spark
Got the heart of a lion
The king of this jungle
U niggahs wanna front
Like u real niggah its real
This battle field
Ain't made for no rockies
I got tampons for u pussy
U pussy bacc door u niggahs
I could never slip up
Its the art of war Plan,Plot,Strategize
On you busters
You might call them yo homies And say that they down for u Mama told me
Not to lack up on u niggahs They might use the word Family and say that they love u Mama told me
Not to lack up on you niggahs
I got problems
And wit problems
Come more enemies
Even the ones God label family I don't trust naw
Friends turn Quick
Reason that i f*cked them all Disrespect nd got they body drain wit acid bastered
Ain't no love for u cowards
On the other side
I got more pride
To let u pussy niggahs slide
On me
I done been through the war
And all battle niggahs
3x my size built to ride
Gang affiliated but ride solo
U niggah homo u need yo crew But u aint shit
Witout yo homeboys
Reason most of u niggahs Scared to die today
Most of u niggahs blast
Cause niggahz aint shit
Witout they homeboyz
You might call them yo homies And say that they down for u Mama told me
Not to lack up on u niggahs They might use the word Family and say that they love u Mama told me
Not to lack up on you niggahs