Tookie Knows II

Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang bangin that Crip shit
Niggas said cuz in the first grade
In the shade where the cops cant see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage
It was cool til that gang sweep
Now Im in back of a van
And my wrists got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the Visa, no card get accepted
Now Im forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga on his pockets
Watch the COs, they be watchin
County news for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Puttin niggas on bunk status
Shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench press
PC, get the Fruit Loops
Keep tellin on niggas
Why I fuck with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but Im still at rage
Should I thank God for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, aint nothin to a locc, huh?
Went missin to his folks, I aint in, I aint know, huh ?
They aint show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go, huh?
A young nigga back on Fig
H-crown on wig
Shoe strings say where Im from
On probation and got my gun
Other side goin for that thumb
Motherfucker, Im gangbanging
Nigga Im blued up, blue Chucks
Blue tee, nigga I keep it G
Nigga, in the streets is where I be
Im up like breakfast while niggas sleep
Me and Floyd posted on Fig
Getting it in and movin it out
Getting it in and movin it out
Im holdin the heat, hes watchin the block
Im watchin for cops, Im holdin these rocks
Fiends keep comin, this shit dont stop
When its war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this shit off tops
My nigga gonna ride for this Crip, no lie
But I aint dead, yeah, nigga, thank God
Money got niggas lookin at me all odd
Punk ass niggas better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, nigga get popped
Im gon ride for this shit, on Crip
A nigga gon die for this shit then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
TF by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride grippin on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, Im gang banging
Uh, might go down for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set, nigga
I aint trippin nigga, I aint slippin
Niggas lyin sayin I aint Crippin
Back to back, me and Tiny smack
I said back to back, straight cups of gnac
Niggas ask, what he signed for?
I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo
I got an AK when that bitch spray
Its like pullin strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin, getting mail in it
I aint even talkin mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell, nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell, huh?
School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh?
See me and Traffic likea orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale watch
Front line like mailboxes
5-12, thats the numbers on it
May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only
.45, no numbers on it
Scratched down, Im strapped down
Might go down for this shit
If I dont then Im racked down
Rank up there with Shaq crown
I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt
I press that, Im gettin rich
I might go down for this shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga