[Intro]
All I keep is real n***as round me
I know real n***as that live that life
I know real n***as that get that money
I know real n***as that talk that talk
Young n***a, old soul
I'm bout to bring out my n***a Young Breed
Listen to me
[Verse 1: Young Breed]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
b**h I think I'm Al Capone
I do what the f** I want
You do what the f** you told
You a house n***a, I house n***as
You play clean ball, I foul n***as
This for all them trill n***as, no deal n***as
Just getting it in in the field n***as
Them real n***as I vouch for, they can call me at my crib n***a
Keep two freaks in my Louie sheet, keep a couple of racks in these Levi jeans
Cuban b**h, got a Cuban plug
Boy Cuban Links with these Cuban d**
Ramada's, that's where we used to count up all the dollars
Que pasa, my chopper always keep away the robbers
[Intermission]
Hold up, you see my n***a Young Breed?
He really get that
He really talk that
He really live that
This is Triple C
M.M.G
Download to DJ's
I'm bout to bring out my n***a Gunplay right now
?, it's a ? thing n***a
Oh get ready for that
My n***a Gunplay
Step to the mic
[Verse 2: Gunplay]
My horoscope, like a horror show
My worst fear, palms under oath
And pistols jamming, or catching something from your dirty mammy
Observe the damage after popping thirty zanie's
n***as green and everything between
I keep 'em arms limp just like this beam beam
Beam, beam
No witness to recite the scene
Just a hollow empty magazine
So sad it seems
Talking sh**, what's that about
Acting like I'mma lose my title bout
I live what I write about
Bullsh**, that's what all my homies died about
Full clip, new stick, I'm bout to try it out
[Intermission]
Stop that
You see my n***a Gunplay?
You know every word he say is true
Ain't no denying that, ain't no doubting that
It's Carol City Cartel
From M.I.A., all the way to the B.X
Specialist E.N.T., U.F.O
Oh you know how I bring it
T.O
[Verse 3: Torch]
Long as my b**hes love me, you f** n***as don't pay me
I don't give a f** bout no hate, two busy counting this paper
Long as my b**hes love me, I don't give a f** how y'all feel
These n***as ain't never been real, none of y'all n***as gon' pay my bills
Seven figures, six ropes
Five traps, time to foreclose
Three choppers, two hundred low
One aim, one more
Take yours, get mine right
In the jungle you eat what you k**
I put you in the soup like Prom Night
Just to get another seat for a mill'
My nerves bad so I smoke good
My b**h bad but she f** great
My rims new, my Chevy old
For that engine, bout seven trays
Top down so you see me clear
Parfait's in my Audemar
My bad I met Audemar, might order more with Ross on the ?
Double M, what you know about that
On Rodeo, what you know about racks
Louie thirteen, what you know about Yack
Thirty for the watch so you know I'm strapped
But that's a given
Tryna' dodge prison
J.O.B. just over broke
Forty K every month, now that's a living