San Quinn - What Now lyrics

Chorus 2x *(Messy Marv)* All my n***as in the ghet-ta Acceptin no losses, no cheats an no let downs Foul cats mess around get the wet down In yo city Leave yo whole turf shut down (s**a What Now?) Verse 1 *(San Quinn)* It's lethal The streets'll take ya where ya don't need to go Ammunition Bullet proof Ghetto blastas slammin roofs Straight loot an pursuit To survive be bout politics We not ruthless for s**as it's bound to make me contradict Conflict of intrest Because my Mobb is relentless s**as don't wanna see us in this or win this Splended Less s**as to worry bout Broke n***as make the best crooks Crossas an k**as More scrilla I accumulate Enough to feed my reals Not concerned about the murder rate so when I'm a get drilled I be prayed up Over raw Wakin up's enough for me But when I rhyme my minds on the grind Strictly hustlin I'm back to bust It should be lavishly surroundin Naturally reboundin from the loss cuz you thought I was grounded This how we do it The truth gets screwed gets ??? Me retire, the file wit ridas that remain at *(Chorus)* 2x Verse 2 *(Messy Marv)* Bow down to the west world In the bucket flossin wit yo best girl Wanna turn up in the pearl Now you muggin when you rollin by Wanna get wet by the Tech cuz you lookin dry Seen the hate up in yo eye Be on the flight the next mornin s**as flex in Kanas, Seattle an Oregon I got game Doin thangs in 25 states No condition we straight Ammunition we hate Kept it up in the case Gangsta In body armor We rappers say "This is fake" when people's quick to bomb on ya An bet a dime on ya Befo' ya make a false move Then get lost in yo crew Now they all boo-hoo Ya stay in doo-doo f**ed around an got flushed Out of line Out of time Thinkin you can't be touched We quick to rush Cuz s**as sit in concrete and calmly Blow bomb-diggy on my way back to the big city *(Chorus)* 2x Verse 3 *(San Quinn)* Respect We check the neck You next Seff an Mess Elliot finess At yo front steps, God bless Lyrics you fearin no non-sense we far fetched Leave you outlined stretched Wit yo mind wrecked I Rolex, you Timex Watchin time tick If it rhyme hit yo target s**a Accurate My limits Have no maximum Mashin 'em Runnin down the platinum Half of 'em rappin I be surpa**in 'em My squad do the job Let them do rappin They rob We gon' survive While you dispise Frisco playas live Eyes wide scopin Hopin we ain't touchin Then we high rollin High side wit our mouths open Gold showin I'm representin the playas an pimps Playin simps Pursuin mill tickets, bangin my hits Still we k** 'em this is like 11-Feev (11/5) Keep it real like the 6-9 Vill you s**as best believe *(Chorus)* 4x