Stalkers

[Verse: Blu & Donel Smokes] Peep, listen The sky cloudy, is it me or the cheeba? What's this nigga vibe? Ugly, a no-brainer No breather where I'm from It don't take shine to recognize the sun I let 'em slide Shot in the ride when he flashed the gun And that's a no-no Don't show it if you ain't gon' shoot it A fake thug to these streets I see he's newly recruited Young and stupid My homie lost his life doin' the same thang Rules from the hood whether or not you gangbang You dig? Uh, and I know because I know 'em Niggas used to run with young kids, stealin' clothin' Now we in the open, got 'em in the scope But I'm not tryna pop, I'm tryna knock his mouth open Niggas talkin' so much shit already Nigga sold all my jewels and he counted all the fetti What a slick motherfucker, can't be fake, get touched up If I shoot 'em in the foot, you down to tape him up? Yo, what? You know me, I'm with the business One scene, final cut Well I'd rather kill him after we could actually fuck him up Fuckin' bastard out here thinkin' he could come up on my what? Don't trip, I got the blip No glory, no guts Aight, cool, everybody got the tools And I know it's two dudes in a house so we should be cool Wait, wait, wait, I don't mean to be cruel I'm just tryna teach the fool Learn him a lesson so neither one of us gotta lose I don't give a fuck, homie, pull a gun on me Better kill me, and that's on me, that nigga killed, B Scopin' on me the whole time at the party I thought he was a faggot, four-fives gon' let 'em have it The homies finna ambush as soon as he pass the bush Push him in the crib, shoot him in the hip with the clip Get the tape, get the cake, nigga, don't forget the cake Not to mention, ask the nigga for the safe then unlock the safe Okay, okay, word, word, word Now one was already done, let's divvy up the funds Break bread, necessary heads and homies on the run Two mill' plus X amount of everything illegal Let another nigga trip, shit, I'm waitin' for the sequel