Idk - Maryland Ass n***a lyrics

[Intro] PG County Police! Get your hands above your f**in' heads! [Verse 1: Jay IDK] Stick a middle-cla** kid in a bad school and that's me (hi) The bad apple that dangled up on the fam's tree Ballin' to be like 2K, no Raz B My fruit been forbidden, you n***as ain't gotta ask Eve The first one in my family to see the Penitentiary when I shoulda been seein' C's, B's A's too, mama and Martin just wasn't able To keep me studyin' history in their teepee Where the hoes at? Yeah, and not the navajos Skippin' Spanish with your b**h like vamanos At night, hit the lick with the toasty toast Hit the alley, then I hit 12 with the okie doke (haha) You'll never catch me (ha,) you'll never catch me My description was a 5'9″ n***a with mild acne Ski mask, coat and boots make me look like a tall athlete So they lose every time that they thinkin' they 'bout to bag me [Chorus: Jay IDK] We (yeah) We don't give a f** about you (right) Your homie on your block'll get it too (woo!) You little motherf**ers ain't gangster, they know you (right) Don't make me put a hit out on you (bop, bop, bop) Don't make me and my n***as come through (yeah) You little motherf**ers ain't gangster, they know [Bridge: Swizz Beatz] Goddammit! Press your life, how the f** you feel? (Oh) I ain't have to do it, but I did it still (woo) What I'm s'posed to do? Call God now? (Right) What I'm s'posed to do? Call God now? (Yeah) Press your life, how the f** you feel? (Woo!) I ain't have to do it, but I did it still (Oh) Oh you actin' hard now? (Oh) Oh you actin' hard? [Verse 2: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz] Oh goddamn, yes the hell I am I'ma run up in your house just to say I can Tell a ho that I love her when the sh** ain't true When I hit, she my b**h when she think she my boo That's f**ed up, I know, but f** that, I'm grown I used to hit it in the kitchen when my mama not home That's messed up… I'm tryna right my wrongs But I'm sorry, them same wrongs help me write this song Okay, runnin' halls, runnin' school, runnin' home Runnin' pockets, gang gang (oh!) Runnin' church, mama say I don't even pay attention anyway (real) After church, call the clique, smoke the spliff, hit the lick, split the sh** Take this check, buy some kicks, man it's it, yeah that's it (right) Told my job that I quit, tell the truth, I got fired Boss said I had a warrant, I said, “You a lie” Check my voicemail prior, guess who the sh** was from Third district sayin', “Turn yourself in now 'cause we got the gun” [Chorus: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz] We (yeah) We don't give a f** about you Your homie on your block'll get it too You little motherf**ers ain't gangster, they know you (oh!) Don't make me put a hit out on you (oh!) Don't make me and my n***as come through (woo!) You little motherf**ers ain't gangster, they know