News Or Somethin

You know how we be rocking, ya' heard Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas Hope you didn't do it to yourself, that's tragic Hope you didn't throw away what we established Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family The way a nigga look 'round here, they'll back stab you Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle Girl hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms Where ya' man at heard that the Feds got em I seen ya' cruise the Land Rover thru the west side Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind 'fore you gon' knock someone down If they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Had the Parkay jumping out the Pyrex High definition glass on my pinky finger Niggas swimming in the water, no paddle Niggas trying to walk with my shadow The bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rebel Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc A Fella Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc A Fella You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella We work the frontstreet where mama said Don't go We went there Trap house at bomb with that crack, then we went there Shawty don't fuck with these folks, these Niggas be telling these days, be telling these days Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms Where ya' man at Heard that the feds got em I seen ya' cruise the Landrover thru the west side Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind 'fore you gon' knock someone down If they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing