ATW

9-7-2 ATW! Dirty lil' nigga He a dirty lil' nigga, on God Dirty lil' nigga (Dirty lil' nigga) Better tap in southwest in the building He ain't wanna come home he rather go to the penitentiary (what) Cuz if he ATW he ain't gon have shit to eat (true) He ain't gon have nowhere to sleep (uh) The streets got em beat (yeah) His mama turned fiend and his brother OD'd Ain't had a visit in 12 months (what) His cell mates call em skunk(uhh) If we was in the free world he proly put u in the trunk (let's go) He a dirty lil nigga when you see em you might run Treat you like you ain't a person convicted felon with a gun I know you fucked up cuz I'm fucked up right wit you. (Yea) 2 hands on the 9 same time as his curfew (boom) He wanna rap but can't perform his ankle keep 'em hostage And he let his bitch go cus he heard she switchin' rosters (yea) He was quiet in school he ain't hang around the talkers But he never been bullied you can't push him in no locker He made the wrong move, think before not after He got life without parole and they turned 'em to a pastor (3 e’s!) Uuh uhh B-B-But that don't make him weak He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat He tryna change his ways But now he Back up in them streets He sticking to the code he'll never tattle on what he see Don't act up get smacked up I feel like I'm wit Green Bay the Packers You know we will subtract a, opposition just to show him he is not a factor I'm Born in it, was sworn in it Everybody wanna rap I swear that it's more tenants I'm the landlord kicking doors Bringing more vengeance You could never Beat the Squad might as well join in it (Hey) We got guns But we need moo, ro-ro-rocket launchers and torpedoes Arms dealer for them c-notes, and to the top is the only direction we go My foot it's on ya neck I know its heavy Denna bitch He died in the living room, not blessed he full of shit I was locked up mama told me that these niggas love to snitch Suicidal mission could be a million dollar lick Nigga You don't kno' me if you think I'd slit my wrist F*ck yo big homie he don't take care of all his kids Yea I got it on me it's right here don't take no pics O.B. Fly it's still sum shit I won't forget Hold up I don't know what them Niggas told ya But my niggas stiffer than Bricks we'll never fold up I don't know why you started rapping we got it sewed up The game is mine I ain't passing the controller Niggas rather see you starve than see a nigga get healthy Rather see you down bad than see a nigga get wealthy But we gone keep getting this cash These rappers scared to get dirty And we gone run it fast! But we ain't selling no birdies Ugn!