Aight, check it out

Uh, gang, gang

Yeah, will it ever be the same?Uh, Big Fivo, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

It′s here (Uh)

Yeah

(One, two) Yeah, yeah

(Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah

Kane train baby

(One, two, new flow, check it out)

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'

Take some measures out the brick

We press a brick, it ain′t no pressure

Slippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa

Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin′ lesser

Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin′

Take some measures out the brick

We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

I didn′t want to speak on this shit but it

Really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)

′Cause really I fuck with this rap but my

Niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)

Them crackers they got enough on us to

Go start a motherfuckin′ case now (Yeah)

A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O,

They comin', they snatchin' the gang now

Big sticks longer′n a bitch, golfball holes in this shit

Big Fen ball in this bitch

′Cause with Willy brother all in the six

Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper

When I hit him, left his draws full of shit

Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down

But I′ll be so proud to put the dope down

For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'

Take some measures out the brick

We press a brick, it ain′t no pressure

Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'

Take some measures out the brick

We press a brick, it ain′t no pressure, yessir

Gangland shit

Fuck around, get gangland hit

I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin′ with his clique

Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch?

Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?

Set ′em up, yeah, I drained that bitch

I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight

But a nigga never claim that bitch

I be talkin′ that shit like I'm bulletproof

Fuck a DM I′m sendin' them killers through

I be fuckin′ with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs

Man, this shit get political

Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle

Get the spoon, I′m scrapin′ the residue

Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos

Man, this shit get political

Rock it up then blade that shit

Dog food nigga slang that shit

Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip

Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit

Nigga might get gangland hit

East side sang that shit

Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip

Yeah, the bitch couldn′t aim that shit

Fuck nigga

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'

Take some measures out the brick

We press a brick, it ain′t no pressure

Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'

Take some measures out the brick

We press a brick, it ain′t no pressure, yessir

Yo

Yo, I would like to say, you know?

My man Kane smoked him, you know?

But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody

Don't use somebody else for shit