(feat. Team Invasion)
This Goes Out To Them Clowns
Talkin Bout They Got The Block Locked Down
Sewin Up The Compound
Only U If Knew How My Squad Get Down
You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin
You Ain't Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me
Hit You With The Glock 2 Times
f**in Up My Show Shoe Shine
Once You Drop Down
See n***as Ain't Got No Dough
Fakin Like They Wanna Be Loco
I See You Jakin My Jewels
I Ain't The One You Want To Stand Next To
You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin
You Ain't Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me
Its An Invasion
Dont Give A f** Black Red Caucasian
Yo Yo Between U And I
Theres A Truth No Lie
You Gon Die 4 The Fact That Hood Rules Apply
I Hold My Ruger High
B4 I Shoot The Sky
Shoot Your Alla Shoot Your Father
Haze Got Me Super High
My Team Movin Pies
My Team Move And Rise
Clutchin On 45s
f** With Us Its Suicide
Cuz U Get Crucified
Green Got Us Flyin G-Fulls
Commercial Time We Use To Fly
I Dare U To Try
To Test The Evil Genius
We Got A Crew And I
We A Bunch Of Trigger Squeezers
They Call Us n***a Bleeders
We Make n***as Bleed
We Can't Get At You
sh** We Kidnap Your Seed
And Thats A Hood Rule
So Beef In My Streets
With My Heat
Ain't No Tellin What I Could Do
Who Write The Crook Rules
This Is For The Mixtapes In The Streets
n***a Makin Shook Moves
I Ain't Gonna Tell You No Lie
See Them Hood Rules Do Apply
'F You Choose Not To Abide
Guarantee Youll See A Grown Man Cry
You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin
You Ain't Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me
U Think You Been Slidin
Way More Grief Than The n***a Bin Laden
Cuz We On The Block All Day
Some Crooks Some Movin That Ye
Gotta Get That Pay
Stick Up Kids Tryin To Stomp That Brake
You Think Seen A Bad Man Walkin
You Ain't Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me
Keep A Double Loose On Here
You Dont Do That Dance
Keep It Under That Sand
I Got My Nose In The Hood Like Coke On The Table
Go Against My Rule Get A Slug In Your Naval
Even My Brother Can Get It True Like Can Enable
Times Are Hard And The Rich Still Do
So By Any Means n***a Your Ass Is Expendable
Hoes Ain't A Friend To Me Theyre Just My Enemy
I Only Got Love For Dollar Bills And Hennesse
Most n***as Ain't Worthy Of A Slug Or Knife
So I Pistol Whip Them Dudes The Blunt Trauma
With The Chrome Laama
I Learnt A Lot From The Mo' Dramas
The Game Of Life Is More Like Blood-Sport
Thats Why A Lotta n***as Gon Died On The Court
Rule 73 Keep Your Gun Oily Clean
Just To Be The Last Man Standin At The Crime Scene
Heart Beatin Crazy Cold Sweatin Cuz U Made It
Now Make Ya Escape With The Toast And The Cake
You Met A Bad Man Walkin
You Ain't Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me
Its An Invasion
Dont Give A f** Black Red Caucasian