Young Moose n***a
Out the mud shit n***a
We ain't gettin no motherfuckin hand outs either
Youerdme?
We got it hard n***a
Coming up on that BR
Lookin up to our older n***as
Thats what they want us ta do
YOUERDME?

[Hook]
Chasing figas
Fuckin bitches
Poppin pistols
Yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
Think its a game
Jump out of ya lane
Blow out your brain
I got that bitch right now
I hate a n***a
A pussy n***a
Tellin stories sayin what he bout
Imma walk off laughin at his ass
Like hell yeah
Boy, you wild

[Verse 1]
Young n***a holdin steady
Yeah Im war ready
I got big Kev inna kitchen
He gotta get the raw ready
He gotta play wit the mix
Hope he ont fuck up his wrist
My mother acting hot sididdy
She like thats what he get
Man that lady a trip
Keep a extended clip
If something happen to her baby
Man that lay ill flip
It ain't no way Imma slip
I gotta stay on my shit
A n***a post up on my block
Then Im makin em' dip
They like Moose how thats your block?
Why you say thats your shit?
Thats where I played dominos, Chess, Spades and IT'S
Remember when we had the tone
Leave his ass in that split
Face shot now he can't even get a bump on his lip
Leave his ass stretched like he was drunk off of fifth
Double dutch
I swear to God
You will get jumped in this bitch
I got some lor n***as itching
They ready to spit
He like big bro I gotchu
Just send me the pic, n***a
[Hook]
Chasing figas
Fuckin bitches
Poppin pistols
Yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
Think its a game
Jump out of ya lane
Blow out your brain
I got that bitch right now
I hate a n***a
A pussy n***a
Tellin stories sayin what he bout
Imma walk off laughin at his ass
Like hell yeah
Boy, you wild

[Verse 2]
When I first turned 11 I was watching the corner
Holla at Loc
Hit the vial store in the morning
Tried ta post up on the BR
Think what you doin
Before its too late
Cuz there ain't no comin back when you gone
We poppin pistols for 40
And poppin pistols for Shawn
While we think about Punch
We trnna pop it for Tom
I do this
Dust a n***a
Put the shit inna song
I ain't go no picks whoever getting me wrong
N***as saying the made me
Cuz Im bout it bout it
Badulla
Thats the lady I came up out of
Burned the sales
Wit the bake
When my father had powder
When the fiens sniffed it
You woulda thought they ate something sour
Dat shit a missile
Like the shit that hit the twin towers
We keep the gun on our hip
And keep the drugs in the houses
And when we run in ya shit
We lay the kids on the couches
Donkey told me he got me
Cuz he know that Im bout it, n***a
[Hook]
Chasing figas
Fuckin bitches
Poppin pistols
Yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
Think its a game
Jump out of ya lane
Blow out your brain
I got that bitch right now
I hate a n***a
A pussy n***a
Tellin stories sayin what he bout
Imma walk off laughin at his ass
Like hell yeah
Boy, you wild