Tookie Knows (Pt. 2) (Remix)

[Verse 1: Azure The Paradox]

We might die for this shit nigga

We might die for this shit nigga

Gang banging that gang shit

Dont worry never been a crip

Ten bodies that's an estimate

Look at you you ain't relevant

Im an arrogant escapist

Who is celibate but not methodist

Its evident I ain't pessimist

And prevalent for the sediment

She affectionate Im benevolent

Developing to experiments, too intelligent

No longer a resident of the system

Im traveling this distance, Its been written

Cause cataclysms to an organism with pistols

Tookie Knows its Custom, Passed down tradition

Motherfuck competition I own this position

Statistic restricted, Worsening condition

Lost your existence to ballistics

Left shit like Britain, My symptoms are listed

I need no assistance, I surpass your wisdom

Get pulled like a tooth nigga

[Hook]

We might die for this shit nigga

We might die for this shit nigga

Gang banging that gang shit

Dont worry never been a crip

We might die for this shit nigga

[Verse 2: Mantis]

Go figure, gangbangers all around the block

Need cigarettes, jump a dude like kangaroos finger on the Glock

Alarm clock your time is up

Slimes and crips so the crime is up

Sock a bitch if she talk back

Crips wanna stop the blood like heart attacks

Arteries, west coast thats a part of me

From the bay to where the Spartans be

Gangbangers live in harmony

Fuck that, you dont wanna see the truth of the matter, where the splatter where you think thoughts into ink blots

You trespassing the spot your ass getting three shots

No nurses, take coin purses while they drink shots

You join hearsts, sirloin beefing, selling TEC no pointburst

Up in they grill you getting smoked till your joints hurt

Battle to the death who get sent to the void first

Point is, dudes is really out here with violent minds

Snorting lines and shoot cohorts just to benefit their grind

Gangbanging, Might die for it

Pain draining, Light high for it

Drugs hidden all around the home

Thugs hitting hoes and getting dome

Seeing green like a green screen, no chroma key, the aroma be

Cup o noodles, cup of lean, trees, they smoke you into comas g

Dopes bringing home the groceries

Just providing like he ‘pposed to be

For the ones that mean most to him

Tryna get enough to last post mortem

Could be on either coast man

Cross the country these hood horrors