Turf Politics feat. Levitti, Daz Dillinger, Jt The Bigga Figga

歌詞

[Verse 1] They say they want me locked up or dead in the dirt They got me ballin' spendin' dollars tryin' to get me off erk Cause me and my cold click we come real shit, we got to work And money ain't a thing, we dealin' with change and them first And at the worst can get I lost a punk bitch I dumped that the folks tryin' to get at some bullshit Who said we gay, who said us niggas don't play Menace City and the PB niggas is a un-soft case And if ya niggas got something to say Bitch ass niggas we don't play Say it in my face, if it's negative talk game And positively I let the glock ring man We don't bang, we get bitch niggas out the lane Before the next motherfuckin' lane cross game Or try to sprinkle salt on these young niggas name That's why we makin' a statement, fuck everything [Hook x2] In Fillmoe, Fillmoe we don't play Fillmoe it goes down every day In Fillmoe, where every man stacks pay Fillmoe, only the strong survive man [Verse 2] It's time for action, my main focus is only the stackin' Stuck in this ghetto habitat without a way out We ghetto platinum and no doubt ya get addicted to the street life Hustlin' heavy tryin' to duck and dodge from three strikes Caution cause niggas is shady from here to Boston Sometimes flossin' talk shit behind ya back often I spit the truth in every line that I speak It's hard times nigga, get your's cause I'ma get mine completely From city to city and coast to coast We man-made ghetto stars that y'all bitches wanna toast to Y'all can't even come close to, we larger than life Don't dare to step up to this squad here, it's lonely after midnight [Hook x2] [Verse 3] It's all hypee, knowin' these suckers never liked me Rather see me in a jail cell with a federal indictment Nigga, copyin' mafia on my own two When I come through ride for the West, we all up on you Ya whole crew, hate and despise when they look through the eyes Of this real one, rushed through the dirt and pulled him out And that's for real son Never be at rest and that a lesson When the beef hit and when ya get that ya get the blessin' That's round talk, when shit get thick we see who sticks And half of the click jump ship and straight split Ice in the grip, they sell you out of yo location Ya set back, wakin' ya up with home invasion [Hook x2]