Convict Shady Convict Music
Still here haters A. Con and Obe Trice
What you gon' do with it A?
Take em on back to the street
I keep the .40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the monster
Now if you see a n***a pass by,
tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got Glocks for sale, Red Tops for sale,
believe me I'm gon' lace you
Just dope whatever you do, snitch,
It's risky to bitch tend to rise out a n***a,
who decided he's a member?
Once he got pinched, coincided with law,
Brought gang squad around ours
Been homies since Superman draws
Only phoniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
No matter his loss, we at him, it's war
it's to the death for sure
No X's and O's, Tex Calico's
Aimed at your chest, n***a
I keep the .40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the monster
Tuck your chain in, cuz he might rob ya
Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale
believe me, I'm gon' lace you
Just do whatever you do, snitch
We started out as a crew,
in one speak, it's all honest
Private conferences when we eat,
Reconnaissance when we peep,
selling like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us,
But that ain't got shit to do
We gon' keep the grind up,
Meantime, leaning in them
European whips, reclined up
It's eye for an eye for the riders,
we ain't tryna get locked up
We so survivors, po -posers, cowards,
mixing yayo with soda powder
Once the captain showed he sold
Old McDonald's, so it's no X's and O's Tex -Calico's,
aimed at your chest, nigga
I keep the .40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got Glocks for sale, Red Tops for sale
believe me, I'm gon' lace you
Just dope whatever you do,
snitch cause you will get hit
Sammy the Bull's got the game full
So he moved to a rural area to keep cool
They snitchin' on the snitch now,
your circle should be small as hell
Ain't tryin' to meet new faces,
Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually
You'll meet the Lord snitchin',
That's how they react now,
weak when the heat's on them
you ask for the life you're livin'
This act is not permitted
It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison
If you've been in it along with him
And then snitchin' become hittin'
So it's no X and O's, Tex -Calicoes
Aimed at your chest, nigga
I keep the .40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the monster
Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale
believe me, I'm gon' lace you
Just do whatever you do, stitch,
Pray I don't face you, yeah