Don't Get Caught Slippin

[Intro] Ace Hood Street certified Let me tell you one thing Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy Keep your eyes and ears open, you understand? Because it might go down [Hook] When the traps side up and the MAC slow down You better hit the deck because it might go down Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down Don't get caught slipping, because it might go down Keep an eye on your nigga, and running around town Yeah this little boy telling so it might go down Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down [Verse 1] Young nigga seventeen, trying to get money Niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny Just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy Every fiend ain't a fiend if you see them look funny You better tell your team, you don't need that money That shit smell funny, you ain't getting shit from me I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these something That white keep coming, tell the boy to keep bumping Well watch these folks keeping enemies close And any nigga kin to me they better not fold He say that he a friend to me but snitching to the po' He pointing on the court, tell the judge what he know Price on his head, he be dead by four, so homie don't slip Or you could be him, no speaking on the phone Because them FEDS get tips, don't get caught slipping Because it might be them [Hook] [Verse 2] And I won't be slipping, the boy's on a mission Only vision of winning and my sight is on a million Serving that white girl to any nigga want to get it And fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimping That thing on my side, homeboy I ain't slipping Your boy's off snitching, tell them niggas ain't with it It might go down, so watch you do a round Niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground Don't get caught slipping Because the chopper get down I stay in all black with a Florida Marlin crown So keep away the faking ain't a real nigga around If you ever go down stay loyal to your fam' And you don't know shit, never snitching on the mound And homie don't slip, because it might go down Yeah homie don't slip, it might go down And homie don't slip, because it might go down [Hook] [Verse 3] And I run my city, I own my town Can't another man come and disrespect my grounds You eyeing my nigga, you want something with him? You want to come get it, you'll be dodging my missiles Yeah boy it went down, your homie done slipped And now he in a coffin on a first class trip Yeah boy it went down, your homie done slipped And now he in a coffin on a first class trip [HOOK]