Posse on Broadway

The streets watching I Big Bang and still bleeding No dipset but I'm Killa cam in Killa season Big straps And every hammer in arm reach Hell of drip got more water Then palm beach Young nigga Had to get it the Hard way I was flamed Up With the posse On broadway Had a pair of chucks But da closet was all jays Chopper cut him deep Now every head got a ball fade I be doing me I see a lot of you playing tough Now I charge a fee I see a lot of you paying up Look my niggas gangster All my niggas snyping shit Paint da city red Something nasty trifling I know O Gs Still ona corner nigga Wit that white girl Back and forth Across the border nigga Call mix a lot I had him In the mix a lot I be in the streets or In the kitchen with a Brick To chop easy Yeaaaa Yea my Niggas got me And I keep the 40 Case a nigga try to rob me I be rolling Rolling with my posse Load the chopper up I might have to catch a body Look real nigga Surrounded only by real niggas Call me Clinton I only charge to bill niggas You don't know me But I pull up on your block You ain't homie You be running with the Opps I be repping for my city To da fullest Where a homie drive a dodge And he got to dodge bullets Got money in the attic Got money underneath the flow And a Uber driver moving pounds Where they Need to go I'm connected blood And yea I'm west side up South side yea I do run Da Map Niggas know me in the hood But I be back in the Map Where them niggas playing tough Cause they got them a strap I got me a sack I Got me a bag Bought me a bitch With nice tits bought her a ass