[Intro]
This sound like Quell

[Chorus]
Fuck the other side, put him on TV's about my dawg
Soldier reason, bloody tee, Glock with beams ’bout my dawg
Cause a scene 'bout my dawg
Clear the scene 'bout my dawg
He fuck with them can’t fuck with me, no he is not my dawg
Where the love at?
Ridin' through the city with this switch on this glizzy, and this .50 on this glizzy
Where the love at?
Can't fuck 'round with these bitches 'cause these bitches they be trickin'
They be really tryna' get to
Where the love at?

[Verse 1]
"Nah for real" I say that shit there every time
I done fucked like every dime
I done shot like every .9
Twin 'nem caught like hella time, damn
But, know he caught like hella time
Free them ’cause they yellin’ slime
Know some killa won't say they names
My dawg a killa won’t say his name
Tell my n***a I bang bang
It's principles it ain't 'bout no chain
It’s principles we are not the same
It's principles I am not a lame
I don't care 'bout shit you did n***a
You're crazy, told you fuck your stain (You're crazy)
My dawgs really wildin', catchin' bodies, goin' crazy
And I be tryna lace 'em up and tell 'em chill daily
Until I think 'bout Rudy, they ain't spare him he ain't make it
Drop one, drop a few, just 'cause he ain't make it
All my guns from overseas, but I got 'em from project streets
And I can't fuck with no police, ain't 69 don't talk to me
Ain't bitch9ine don't talk to me
It ain't a bitch now that can talk to me
'Cause only the family and only the slime for real
[Chorus]
Fuck the other side, put him on TV's about my dawg
Soldier reason, bloody tee, Glock with beams 'bout my dawg
Cause a scene 'bout my dawg
Clear the scene 'bout my dawg
He fuck with them can't fuck with me, no he is not my dawg
Where the love at?
Ridin' through the city with this switch on this glizzy, and this .50 on this glizzy
Where the love at?
Can't fuck 'round with these bitches 'cause these bitches they be trickin'
They be really tryna' get to
Where the love at?

[Verse 2]
Cutthroat Committee, I looked up to Soulja Slim
I'm still feelin Soulja 'nem, 'lil killa ridin pokin 'em
Oh I don't know 'bout Soulja Boy
Know who you clappin', who is him?
Oh them your dawgs? Who are them?
'Bout my dawgs, you losin' 'em (Nah for real)
I know some n***as, when I turn my back be talkin' flaw
I know some n***as, when I turn my back they not my dawg
I knew a bitch when I my turned back she was fuckin' off
How yall my dawg? How you my dawg?
Let me know
When I pump my gas I'm clutchin', yeah every store
She wasn't fuckin with me then but now she at me though
I'm ridin' with my bitch I'm dodgin' every hoe
I'm ridin' with my bitch I'm dodgin' every hoe
I'm like a pothole in these streets n***a I'm a problem
I talked to one of my dawgs, there I told him that I got him
Be feelin' kind strange that I'm livin' like a rockstar
[Chorus]
Fuck the other side, put him on TV's about my dawg
Soldier reason, bloody tee, Glock with beams 'bout my dawg
Cause a scene 'bout my dawg
Clear the scene 'bout my dawg
He fuck with them can't fuck with me, no he is not my dawg
Where the love at?
Ridin' through the city with this switch on this glizzy, and this .50 on this glizzy
Where the love at?
Can't fuck 'round with these bitches 'cause these bitches they be trickin'
They be really tryna' get to
Where the love at?