[Hook: Paid Will & (Masoe)]
There he go hit the lights
(Whatup that chop n***a)
There go the house
(Fuck that lets tear up the block n***a)
If he move you know the rules
(Yeah pop n***as)
Don't be taking all day we in an out n***a damn I hate to do it to n***as
(First 48)
Bro I think it's 2 of them n***as
(First 48)
This shit might make the news my n***a
(First 48), first 48, (first 48), first 48, (first 48)
Where these n***as I see em Mas
(Them n***as got low)
He in the crib on the corner
(I'm bout' to kick in the door)
I got the 40 what you got?
(I fuck around brought the Mac)
Where that n***a Young at?
(He bout' to creep through the back)
[Verse 1: Paid Will]
Oh there he go n***a don't move better put up them hands
I want that watch I want that chain n***a and all them bands
So if you move my n***as do what I say do if I say shoot what the fuck you think them boys gon' do?
Pull them triggers pull them triggers now you gone my n***a
Had he wishin' he was still sitting at home my n***a
Hoes fucked up, got it on my own my n***a
Bull fully blown we don't fully blow my n***a
BandGang!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Masoe]
Biggs tell em' they trippin' why we ain't signed yet
Got choppas' that shoot for hours don't look through blinds yet 20 deep
With ice bust chillin' in yo projects
If you n***as looking for us why we ain't died yet? We here
Bullets appeared don't be on TV n***a
Cooking dope choppas' with drums that's a CD n***a kill you
Him and him, that's a 3D n***a second summer I'm on my shit
Tryna' 3 Peat n***a I'm shootin'
Get in that room don't say a word to these n***as
Hold metal hittin' scalps like a perm to these n***as, hoes [?]
Still do em' ain't concerned bout' a n***a
Big Glocka I call it Waka shootin' words out at n***as we coming
End of discussion n***as money we love it
For the AP or BAP them real killas coming [?] bitch we ain't worried bout' nothing
Might double back, drop a stack and leaving bitch n***as nothing
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Javar Escobar]
Got them shootas' on my head, you must be sniffing coke
[?] make em' disappear pussy hocus pocus
Push a victim with that choppa' leave a n***a homeless
You a pussy only thing you leave a bitch is phones
Got him scared for his family had to move twice
He copping pleas on the phone tryna' make it right
I don't trust him we don't off him he the iffy type
BA hit him with that freezer got his ass iced
(Newscaster: 32 murders in 15 days, and that does not include non fatal shootings)
He be lying to these hoes tryna' impress a thot
Gave that bitch a headache talking guns you never shot
Gucci [?] holders like Iraq on the block
Long clips look like a ladder poking out of the Glock
(Newscaster 2: An alarming increase in the city's murder rate over the last year. The latest numbers show 375 murders in Detroit. That's the highest rate since 1994. And those numbers have climbed since that report.)
