We Give You
(*talking*)
Grrrrrrr…turn the track up, turn the mic up
Yeah, what you bout to witness it’s the Vault baby
Do it now nigga come on, do it now nigga
[Chorus – 2x]
We gives you, exactly what you want
And exactly what you need, all you gotta do is thug when we
[Magic]
I pop bottles, and I fuck models
And the way I dress, you’d think I done hit the lotto
So I keeps a magazine, filled up with hollows
And don’t date a bitch, unless I heard mami swallowing
I got a following
A bunch of thug niggaz in the hood hollering, (9th Ward)
I moves with power, I’ll have a flight of niggaz here within a hour
To, bring out the coward
In these so called gangsters, yank ya
Up out your mama house and stank ya, uh-huh
I put a nigga in a bad situation
Bullets chasing ya, your heart’s racing
Shell casings, falling to the concrete
I really doubt it, if you hear another heartbeat
I embrace the block, like I embrace a glock
Off top, I’m in the hood screaming fuck a cop
9th Ward nigga, get it right
If you don’t get it right, me and my niggaz might fight tonight
You ain’t ready for combat
You talk real good, but me and my niggaz bout that
M16’s with night beams
You still carry pistols, and we strapped like the fucking Marines
You know my background, you know my area
So don’t question my character
[Chorus – 2x]
[Trouble]
Cherish my lyrics like the last supper, swallow them bones
You burning up in weed smoke, follow you home
Give me your love we hard, hustle for like we grind
Thug niggaz, you can’t help but be in love with mine
Given the limelight, sender to the broke and blind
Lost and found niggaz, heaven ain’t that hard to find
It’s destiny, here’s proof till the roof come off
This where I get up in that ass, till the truth come out
We stretch for loot stacks, so high it don’t spend
Possessing what’s on the game, in time we don’t bend
My kind genuine, rock and still it don’t bend
Take a look what we got in the vault, you can’t win
Drawing blood, till the sunshine
Speak every line, like we only getting one rhyme
Come for the crowd I got mo’ than just a point to prove, pay me in pain fool
I ain’t got a thang to lose
So bare witness to the cross till it’s lost behind, get unattached
We strong arm first in line, send up a prayer for me
Money make the world go round, turn up the mic for me
Trouble make the world slow down…
(*talking*)
Trouble, don’t go nowhere shaggy
I don’t think they heard ya, talk that shit to em ya heard