[Intro]
Uh! Uh! Uh! A-Town! A-Town!
Yeah! Yeah! LT Moe on this motherf**ing track n***a!
C'mon! GMM! C'mon! Yeah!
Stat! Quo! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Uh! Uh! Lotta n***as talking that bullsh**, yeah!
We gon do that and do this here
C'mon! You don't want no motherf**ing problem b**h a** n***a
A-Town! Yeah! Uh!
[Verse]
Where you from? I'm from the A hoe
Said I'm out, been bucking on bustas and gettin that pay hoe
Our minds is paid for, hit the blocks like Lego
Keep their hands on the special
Cause they'll show you what tecs do
Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system
Listen, they bust to survive
Your squad be bustin for recognition
Frontin and a** kissin, industury p**y n***a
They gankin your batter before it get to the cookie n***a
Them k**as live round here, don't bring your a** down here
n***as have a tendency to act up and clown here
Tote thangs, no thang, good their ain't no game down here
Bright white to brown in grand money exchange here
You already know what it is playa, APD can't save ya
Your time's up, flat line, shorty see ya later
No amount of favors, no amount of paper
Can't stop the inevitable d**h of a hater
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
And you don't want problems, b**h n***a believe it
Their hand is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have you laying dead right in front of yo mama
[Verse]
News is real folk
You don't wanna make it on there
It's dangerous n***as wan't warfare playa
Ain't no "oops" "I'm sorry" or "my bad" sh**
Skulls split wide open for some dumba** sh**
Young wipper snapper flappin his lip
Part of the game is this
They marksmen homes, they don't miss
Cops come, they don't snitch
No witnesses at the crime scene
Just your body leaking at Yao Ming
When the lights go off pimp, the sharks come out
Thangs bang out, bust till ya brains hang out
Come to your house, sitting on your porch where ya live
Waiting till ya come back to the crib
I'm trying to tell ya how
This ain't bout no rap song, it's real life
Can't nobody tell ya what gettin k**ed, feel like
The trill is trill, the fake is fake
And they don't make bulletproof vests for ya face, YEAH!
[Chorus] (2x)