(feat. Insane) [Bridge:] Gang bangin', dope slangin', guns ringin' everywhere Money makin', man no fakin', givin' up a bottle cap [First (and only) verse] I'm bout as real as they come, nigga we started this first I told your Mom "I know it hurts to see your son in that church" And they continue to search, lookin' for the killa too sweet He got the laws out on the street while they mobbin' hoes on the beat Have a pete, these hoes is great, eatin' steak under the plate Believe they handlin' weight Suckin' dick and feedin' ya grapes They got some loot of they own Pushin' balls of heroin 17 shots to the dome Oh yeah, they packin' that chrome Now they freakin' this nigga Wanted for killin' and dope dealin' How did you figure You'd ever get away nigga? Now they kickin' in doors And knockin', fallin' on floors Them coppers packin' four fours Your life ain't no longer yours Have 'em beggin' to stop They pop a nigga off top This nigga poppin' a cop Straight puttin' it down for his block Them hoes ain't lettin' SHIT slide Bangin' like Bonnie & Clyde Left way too many smokin' Straight leavin' foreheads open LIL' FRANKIE I got that eagle, bangin' 'em like it's legal Them hoes done put me down, now I'm goin' to meet them people