[TQ - Intro] KB, Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah) 'Bout mine Y'all know how we do it Yeah ('bout mine) This is for them soldiers (keep it goin') All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)
[TQ] I've got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose I got my windows seedy, county line's still on Now what the hell is goin' on? This nigga been around the world and back And it's a lesson to be learned in that A lot of paper to be earned in that But I still couldn't discern the fact That the life ain't gotta be like that So hold it down
1 - [TQ] (I'ma pop mine) Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it (Gonna keep it on) I ill, I'll be about it Yes, I feel G about it (Who could be with me?) Wouldn't be without it When I think about it, who gon' be down? (Who will be down?)
Gotta feel G about it, or you'll see about it (Don't get no more) Yes, I feel G about it Where would I be without it? (I'm sick of all you haters when I'm comin' 'round) When I think about holdin' it down (Gotta hold it down)
[TQ] Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood I sold straps cuz the paper's good (So my bitch should understand me nigga) We let them ends get bigger It's always somethin' wrong with the picture That's when it hits ya
Seventeen years old, ain't no need to be rollin' In a big body Benz that's stolen All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now The grind is somethin' that you gotta stay real about
I doubt I'd change a thing about my life, except these haters I'd take 'em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot Can't even see no peace and quiet
So I decided misery I'll deal with myself Ain't no need for me to be involved with nobody else I'll chase my wealth across these continents Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this? Bitch nigga, be 'bout it
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[Vandalz] Now who be lettin' them heads loose, aimin' off the roof It's the new millennium and I still ain't feelin' 'em I'm Y2-AK, ready, hands steady Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas To the clique I'm dedicated, 'bout, blunted and faded Bitch please Ask a nigga, squeeze the young G Situation turned drastic, I'm pullin' out plastic
So bring the beat cuz I'm a bastard Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin' street Psychotic, leave the mic, it's idiotic Bring ya heat if you 'bout it Watch 'em inhale butane and spit hot flames
Thug, so I'm stayin' heated But fuck the trouble that it's caused We part insane, mentally With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison To innocent citizens Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them Decided we out