Knock It Off

Running thru the city like a lightning bolt Usain bolt Aiming at anybody thats talkin most (F*ck capone) its what the f*ck im hearing when im not around (I love capone) its what the f*ck im hearing when i come around Knock it off Tell ya pretty lady come and drop them (Draws) (I come to brawl) Im ready for scramble Have you sunny side up You aint with it for the gamble And You thinking you a thug, so see ya brother for example nigga I run it back Chilling with my niggas from the trap We the ones who keep surviving from the ghetto thats exact We never lack And Cops who keep harassing coming back Tryna lock me down for something trynna frame for me some crack You niggas wack Dont ever try play me in ya life Trying play me for some sucka shit gone be a genocide And Thats a fact Decide ya life in ceelo, with some dice You must really think you thuggen if you gone be living twice Im from the jungle streets, coming from the gutta where we starve to eat Its me and man Nigga we coming thru like an avalanche Ill break ya stance Them Bullets to the floor Will have you riverdance Dont f*ck with us Buddha smoke, you know we keep the blunt with us, woah! (Man alot of ya cats out there be talking that wild shit man How many of ya niggas got, bouta release a couple tapes in a whole year? Ya aint bout that life son) All about my paper all i wanted to see the light Think about my millions all i wanted was to reach the sky Young gunna from the bronx im trynna make this paper right Robbing all you succas better hope that you are sleeping tight People either clappen with Nine millies or use the eagle Ima be a legend, walking thru the streets just like a beatle If you herd of Corleone, just know capone man is the sequel Im coming thru Im coming thru homie ill take ya mic Im coming thru Im coming thru homie ill take ya mic herd that music is ya everything So ima take ya life Im coming thru Im coming thru homie ill take ya mic Herd that music is ya everything So ima take ya life Break ya lights Im the one you pay attention to Inlove thottianas, and i love my benjis to be blue You dont ammused Im calling GLS if theres a squeak Sippin macken back with L So cuzzo dont sit next to me Man im calling up the jawns when i want them in my circle When i come around ill have ya looking dumb like steven Urkle Only lemon kush around us, what the f*ck is even purple You are not about that life its past ya time ya late for curfew (And i say woah!) (Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic) (Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic) (Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic) (Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic)