Combat

Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps I don't give a fuck I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck Tell me, "What's up?" All about the game, so I'm hunting big buck Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long Pass it down to me like a heirloom The Henny got me wetter than whale piss I die for this shit like Elvis Boss up and shake down Get it jumpin' like a techno breakdown Night young and we just gettin' started Let me walk on yard at the Bruiser Brigade party Got smoke, of course Goin' up, fireworks on the Fourth Take mine, and I do it with force Been with this shit since I jumped off the porch Used to chop grams on my Grandma's faucet Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear offers Tryna play Brown, you be hangin' with Hoffman Copped a pound and I broke it down in ounces Bust it open like them hoes came in Got more pills than the Olsen twins Focus, I can see where ocean is Kush thinkin' like it broke the wind What it is, what it is, what you know about? Came a long way from that dope house What it is, what it is, what you know about? Came a long way from the All I cared about was the stacks and the stage When it's time to re-up, then my partner got his hash Ain't rocket science class, I ain't tryna pass math Twelve grams on the scale, watch me do arts and crafts Any day could be my last, livin' like that Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own Sun sprinkled light for this mega-marathon Tryna live on through my music The future influence, the next to do it The odds are against you, kiddo Life want everything from you, like a divorced widow Tryna get it like the next negro Want beef? You gon' fuck around and end up a vegetable Tryna give you a lil' game Get some, get locked, get out and back again What it is, what it is, what you know about? Came a long way from that dope house What it is, what it is, what you know about? Came a long way from the It's a combat zone Every fiend, want they own Red top, blue top Get the green on the block It's a combat zone Every fiend, want they own Red top, blue top Get the green on the block It's a combat zone Tryna get that bag Catch that lick, get that bag It's a combat zone Tryna swerve from 12 It never fails when you goin' through Hell It's a combat zone Catch that lick real quick (Combat) Get the bag, get the bag, whatchu got? It's a combat zone Get that lick real quick (Combat) Get the bag up, and the swag up Before they call for back up Listen, all a nigga wanted was a Chevy on some Daytons Wasn't thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, nigga, fuck savin' Didn't know we'd see them horrors like Wes Craven Jumpin' out them vans, throw us on pavement Locked up with dirty white boys, all musty Prayin' for probation, hope I get lucky Court-appointed lawyers, gotta stay coppin' Put you in predicament, but that's your only option Sink or swim, look at him in the system Just another nigga, one-way ticket to a prison Tried to help, only hurt in the end How the fuck 'posed to take care your kids from the pen'? It's the life that we chose, friends become foes That nigga snitched on, everybody know Some don't know how to stick to the code Nobody to trust, that's the way life goes I've seen hand grenades (Combat zone) I've seen beer... beer-can (Combat), beer-can bazookas made (Combat zone) Damn things hit you (Combat), just-just as getting hit with a gun (It's a combat zone) I've seen 22 zip guns (Combat), I've seen 38 zip guns I've seen (Combat zone), I'll tell you This about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen (Combat) I've seen dynamite on the street I've seen all this You'd be surprised, man Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb