[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Oh yeah
It's official though
You feel me?
Check it out
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy & Bun B]
Slide now, laugh later, what we kill for
To see a opp dead make me happy like I'm Gilmore
Sendin' hoes 'til I'm a senior, shout-outs to Philmore
I really got love in the Bay, knocked her in Lakeshore
She was just a fan of my rap, I really break whores
Never had a heart for a ho, I'd probably take yours
If she choosing like Susan, that was a great song
Hay strong when you really movin' 'cross the State Farm
Insurance from the homies, they gon' say I really put on
And I don't care much about nothin' unless it's P-Funk
I hate that it had to be Tiny, I'm yellin', "Live long"
Out here really trippin' on Phillies, they said my mind gone
Lost so many homies, I miss 'em, they like a missed call
Tryna call back but keep ringin', they never pick up
And I ain't ever front on my niggas, I ever switch up
If it's up with them niggas, they here, you know that shit stuck
Slouchin' in my old school, I hit a switch then I sit up
Four zips, big cups, yeah I'm really from the set, blood
And if you niggas saggin' it, go and throw your shit up
(Throw your shit up, nigga)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Underground king, from the land of the trill
Where confrontations get settled by the hand or the steel
Niggas'll run up in your kitchen if your cabinets is filled
And if you say the wrong words, get your calendar peeled
I be movin' through the city, gotta keep it on low-key
I don't know these new niggas, but these new niggas know me
The streets nowadays just ain't the same for a O.G.
Been outside since '91, you was just born in '03
So just based on that alone, there's a disconnect
That could very easily lead to some disrespect
That's when the block gets spun and niggas hit the deck
The stick got a dick and a switch when it spit at your neck
Nigga, you know the play, so don't you be surprised
When that throwaway leave you a hickey that won't go away
It's like you shakin' a Coke, lettin' the soda spray
'Cause it's gon' touch everything everywhere with no delay
I come from an era that came with a code
That made sure niggas stayed in they lane when they came on the road
Never had to claim me a gang, but I stayed in that mode
Then I throw P.A. in your face 'til my fingers explode, my nigga
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