These unmarked ass niggas
I thought you motherfuckers knew
But I guess y 'all don't so long
That nigga 007 gone all spit that shit
I hope y 'all ready for this shit
Can your trunk handle this shit, nigga?
If you can't stand the heat then
get your ass off the street
Niggas in my hood play for keep
Blowin' smoke till we run,
I'm totally textin' my duffel bag
some motherfuckin' zig -zags
Ready for the murder, killer instincts
it flicked in my in cision
A fucked up decision was made,
should've packed a 12 gauge when you stepped up
Now your whole hood gettin' swept up
motherfucker with a .45 cock
Creepin', rollin' like the miles
Niggas throwin' circles as
Watchin' killers in my hood, mob daily
cause the streets is what made me
Paid me, gave me the game
Motherfuck the fame, bitch,
Packin' heat till I survive
Niggas in my hood play for keep
If you can't stand the heat, then
get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
Check it, if you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for the key
blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky
Check it, steady be mobbin',
cock days, deuce in the regal
Feel the blast of the death of
Where y 'all get at? I'm smokin' fat,
Excellent pastries, sleeper
Ain't gonna get you nowhere,
Plus my .45, eat his ass like cereal
You fuckin' with some real
Way back in the days, I'd rather die like a
Than live like a mark -ass,
booty -poop -buster -ass new -boot
Niggas, you can't fuck with my
Niggas in my hood play some
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
Blowin' smoke till we both
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
Blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky,
Puffin' on the blunt full of skunk
Thinkin' bout my ends as I sip up on some
but every time I look around
tryna put me six feet underground
As I'm all through my motherfuckin' hood,
suckin' up my set cause you know it's all good
007 was the name that I was givin'
out to disrespect my hood
Bitch, you must don't like livin',
kickin' it on the corner with my niggas
bustin' caps at trips and to hit a lick
Somethin' that we all wanted to do
until 1992 when we did it
Came up on three birds and we split it,
Take a shit in the heat and get
Niggas in my hood play for a keep