Intro (No Fakin)

Keep it gangsta do no fakin' All my homies paper chasin I got shooters I got soldiers That'll take your head up off your shoulders load it up and cock it back and then I pop off I put that on everything nigga hot sauce He is not a real shooter he a knockoff Hit his leg hit his chest knock his top off Got a gun so big man it sound like boom Womp bomp balomp balomp bam boom What I did last year I ain't gon' touch on it Just know my gun got a motherfuckin' hush on it n***a Keep it gangsta do no fakin' All my homies paper chasin I got shooters I got soldiers That'll take your head up off your shoulders Put this bitch to your head I bet I blow your mind 223s what that is Jordan and LeBron Them n****s weak but them weaker Now they bout to f*ck around and meet the Grim Reaper If the feds come and get me n***a promise not to tell I got guns I can shoot and I got guns I can sell Man these n****s is hoes they be actin' like some bitches 30 round clip man this bitch is extended Pull up on this block and then I hop out Caught that n***a by his self and made him cop out And if he talkin' to them people, then he just another opp Cause it's 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Keep it gangsta do no fakin' All my homies paper chasin I got shooters I got soldiers That'll take your head up off your shoulders