Man Down

MoneyPosse Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat Bands up, man down (Man down) Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul Hands up, on the ground Got the police knocking at your mama house (Knock, knock) Bands up, man down (Man down) Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul Hands up, on the ground (On the ground) Got the police knocking at your mama house (Knock, knock) Used to catch the bus to school Now I'm catching neck from your lil' boo (Neck, neck, neck) I just bought me some new shoes Ed Hardy my jeans, this is not True (This is not True) Shout out my bro KirbLaGoop We 'bout the beef, but we sipping that fruit (That fruit) I mixed the coke with the xan Doing my dance on top of the moon (My dance) Hol' up, wait, why is these niggas so fake? (So fake) Back in the day they would hate Now they tryna eat off of my plate (My plate) You is funny little bitch Got a model on my dick (Got a model on my dick) Wifing that ugly little bitch, ew, yuck, gross, sick Bands up, man down (Man down) Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul Hands up, on the ground Got the police knocking at your mama house (Knock, knock) Knock, knock, who's that? Go through the back, better hide yo pack You ain't getting it back, adios Team mat 'cross the track, who gone ride who? It's all on who? It's all on me Ski mask professor, I ain't here to trick-or-treat I got freaks to meet, hella hoes to geek Make 'em run a scrip, write my grip, check the street I don't trust a soul, nah I don't trust a soul 'cause I know that they be telling They gone snitch up in they folk I ain't even post to be in here right now I was supposed to be in penitentiary six feet underground