[Intro]
Uh Uh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Verse]
50 shots right out that TEC bummin
Hell of a night the way they score might need a press conference
All they know is take his soul like that's the best option
All my n***as throw up C's like my project Compton
We don't respect nonsense
Uncle went out like a gangster
Catching bodies, how they rank you
Always false in the pictures that they paint you
Hollywood could never change us, keep loading up my banger
Can't control all my anger, made it Lord I thank you
Uh loaded gun on my right hip
Aye that Glock a still jam if that bitch don't got the right clip
Thеm streets they got a vice grip, but we been thеre done it all
That shit it don't excite them
New n***as we don't like them nah

[Open Verse]