DJ Slip - Return Fire lyrics

Geah Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em... Half Ounce one time stick 'em Geah You know how the f** we do it, c'mon Y'all remember that old school sh**, geah Get 'em C'mon Your block is mine b**h back up We run the whole f**ing world chips stack up (chin chin) We've been Gettin in where we fit in since the old days L.T.D.'s rode bopping the O'Jays Gun place, crime place, one time swoop Strawberries in the back - at the 70's Coupe Giving head like a chicken plucked Four n***as one b**h, everybody f**ing From selling my Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps Got a Million reasons so it be's the k**in season, moves the crowd As the bullets hit with no names Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot Flies like an eagle Becomes the strap by the motherf**in Regal Tinted windows Tyres spin fast up out yo' set Next week right back to see who we can get You want yo' chin checked (ping) Fools just gimme a car We got yo' a** when we see you R.I.P. on the wall The way I'm livin don't give no hail low One times I stay low Want pay no Compton, no play no Hit the round when we start blastin Out the back door Before they send the ???? in (get up) We n***as fo' hire Bustin (boom) We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em... Half Ounce one time stick 'em Geah Bails around twelve o'clock Roam my block with the Glock Keeps the world nicely stash From neighbourhood watch Walks the rocks Dope fiends makes my pay Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way 24 is the delivery And if you want that bomb sh** come and spend with me k**as been with me Two Top Tree (geah) Cars deep from the streets a diploma Endo aroma In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body Mentality's too sick when we leave the party Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it In my life time I find a f**in need To be paper down red bones chronic weed With speed A n***a commits to - cluck his dope One Time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho' Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve n***as need to listen: pay attention For the money on a mission n***as fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah (Chorus) Feds gettin closer I'm peepin My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up) While I'm sleeping They creepin No worry, grabs the stash and ????? No a**istance pick up excepts the cash Baby keep yo' head down low Tear gas through the window, hits the floor Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the S-K clan You grabs to with two mill, the Glock in my hand Tear gas make a n***a weaker Feds talkin much sh** on the loud speaker To the Lexus jeep I heard this: she put to keep up Told my baby duck down cause I'm about to sweep up Whole lotta n***as in my damn way Guarantee to keep spittin This is payback day Makes my pay Fast getaway (geah) n***as fo' hire Bust back we return the fire (get 'em) Half Ounce one time Stick 'em Eihthype one time Geah Stick 'em