Doorways

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah Peon ass niggas, man Fuck out my way Yeah [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Yeah, lil' homie got his four on him, that's a forewarning Give him a fifty, he bustin' your shit and he gettin' it done before morning (Brrr) She think I'm spendin' the night, but I fuck on that bitch and I'm dippin' before morning (Haha!) Lately, it feel like it's been rainin' money on me, but I gotta see more pour in (Ha!) Yeah, the shooters, they come and kick your door in Remember them days, we pull up, I'm shootin' AKs out the back of a Ford Taurus (Brrrrrrrr) Caught a body, fifteen, all that lil' boy shit, I wasn't goin' for it I ain't goin' for it, I'm the man Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man If it's some pressure, my lil' brother uppin' the cannon (Uh, uh) Want smoke, what you sayin'? We still out here active, them fuck niggas playin' (Boom boom boom!) My lil' man, he still behind the wall It's been fifteen years straight, he still stuck in the jam Soon as they open them gates, I'ma make sure he straight That's my word, that's my motherfuckin' man I had to shoot at a nigga for testin' me Thinkin' shit sweet, he don't know who I am Can't let you trick me up off of these streets But I promise on me, you ain't layin' a hand (Hah) Open the brick, take out three hundred grams Hit that bitch with the soda, then sell it again Do that ten times, then I got me two free Fuck what they doin', I got to do me (Hahaha!) Don't even gotta give brodie the bag to come smoke you, he comin' to do it for free He told me, "Big bro, don't worry, I got you I know for a fact you gon' do it for me" (I got it) You gon' hear "doot doot" from that .223 We finna slide, put your face on a tee (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah) And we was reminiscin' 'bout the old days When we was was whippin' white up to the O'Jays If it's smoke, you know we at your- [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] At your doorway, I don't play It's okay, they know me At your doorway, won't go your way Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me At your doorway, I don't play It's okay, they know me At your doorway, won't go your way Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me (Yeah) [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] Sick of these fuck niggas always tryna play games I was burnin' off in the whip, tryna take aim Tell 'em I was all about the money, I don't play fame Boss, better know it's private when I take planes Dread head shooter got me feelin' like a shotta All black tee, probably overlook the Prada Love no hoe, nigga, I can do without her Nigga, you can have her when I'm done, I'm jumpin' out her I was in the kitchen with the wrist, tryna work it (Yeah) Hoppin' out the foreign, you can say I'm picture perfect (Yeah) Every day, I'm on a different wave, tryna surf it Touch mine, I can guarantee it wasn't worth it (Nope) Me and Conway on the runway slidin' Other rap niggas ain't street, they was hidin' I'm knowin' niggas all cap, they was jivin' Everything water, yeah, my neck got me divin' I was thuggin' for a hobby I'm pressure, don't make me catch another body, I work it Nobody know it like I'm Tommy The block, prolly give 'em a tsunami Play with the drum, I should've been a Barker Nice with the books, I should've been a author Nice with the cookies, I should've been a Martha Fuck out my face, you got nothing to offer [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] At your doorway, I don't play It's okay, they know me At your doorway, won't go your way Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me At your doorway, I don't play It's okay, they know me At your doorway, won't go your way Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me [Verse 3: Bun B] I be reminiscin' about back in the days when me and my niggas was out on the corner Pitchin' it, fresh out the kitchen from whippin', and wearin' a mask like we fightin' Corona I was a player that you couldn't coach 'Cause I had ambitions on bein' a owner I was the leader de facto, and just like young Maxo, them hoes gon' respect my persona Ran with a clique full of fools that I knew from school and they was like "fuck them diplomas" Out in them streets, fuck with us, we put you to sleep like poppin' a hand full of Somas Hard headed, didn't listen to nobody Fuck that shit, I'ma do what I wanna Hustlin' for more figures and I wasn't scared of no niggas, fuck with me, you a goner I'm from the era that if you bought more that a dozen, the plug let you get them for ten a ki If you wasn't a friend of me, then you was opps, nigga, you was my motherfuckin' enemy We would pull up, and pull out, and pop it, and I promise my face is the last thing you finna see You put me in the cross, promise you I ain't takin' a loss even if you some kin to me See we used to pack up the whip with the work and then drive it from Texas to Tennessee Feelin' like the Incredible Hulk without even mixing Hpnotiq and Hennessy Stayin' prayed up so God can replenish me, never let what you hoes say diminish me And I'm still representin' the land of the trill, that's until the day you niggas finish me