Lyrics
[Intro]
Let's get it right
New niggas is coming up to eat all the food
Gangsta Grillz
Man they hungry
It's an appetite for destruction
[Verse 1]
I went to Harlem where them things pop
At the block parties niggas had to run
And they caught the motherfuckers on the same block
[?] at the war with the gun
[?]
Damnit if i coulda hit i would hit it with the ton
Clit-a-dick, little-dick, feeling shit hot in ya lungs
Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns (lay' em down)
[?] in the store sell the whole things
So you hope you not one of them
Then I run-around-a corner got the OGs
Tell em we got jumped by a couple little punks
I swear to god them niggas softer than a Brady Bunch
They gone get a man, this shit make em gone for a couple months
Turn around the corner see a crowd looking stunned
[?] on the floor shaking not saying nothing
[Hook]
This just where we from
We all dyin' some day
At a picni having fun, probably dyin' by the gun
This just where we from
We prayin' every Sunday
When the killas gonna come
She about to lose her son, son
[Verse]
[?] spanish nigga