Correction Paroles Murderers par Ybs Skola

Featuring(s) : Yg Teck

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[YBS Skola]
The streets kept askin' for it
You dig?
Park Heights to the 'Ville, YG Teck, what the f*ck it is?
Elijah

I get sky-high every night
Keep the strap with me like a dyke
Up Next died at the light
Shit can never ever be right
Lot of niggas fightin' big charges
But some of 'em got bikes
I hire lawyers off and get green dots
I ain't really flyin' no kites
You ain't never shared no cells
Had residue on that scale
You ain't try hard and you failed
I done been through this shit for real
I'm still sendin' scripts through
I ain't got time to send mail
I done helped niggas make bail
I done got niggas killed
Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers
Can't be from the city and ain't heard of us
Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous
YBS, we the Shinners, ain't a stain on us, yeah
[YG Teck]
I really hold court in these streets
I done put niggas on they feet
If I call a nigga my brother
Then you know I helped niggas eat
I'm really young, doin' what I want
I'll buy a bitch what she want (It ain't nothin)
I'm a trap boy
f*ck it up and get it right back, this shit ain't 'bout nothin'
I was down, now I'm ballin' on niggas
Stand on mine, I ain't callin' a nigga
Waited in line, now I'm shinin' on niggas
Nigga press me, then I'm ironin' a nigga
Got a bitch down the hill and she fat as a bitch
Pullin' up on her in traffic and shit
She a twin but I know that it's her when I see her brown ass
By the walk and a tat on her wrist
Skola and Teck 'bout to walk on this bitch
Like a light switch, I'm goin' off on this bitch
Pull up, double parkin' my shit
Twenty pack on me light, still talkin' my shit
Got the Heights on my back, city know who I am
I don't give a f*ck, niggas know I'm the man
And I just put a thirty clip up in this forty
Get furred with this bitch and I know it won't jam, boy

[YBS Skola]
My Audemar diamonds too bright
I mix the lean with the Sprite
I keep the glizzy, ain't got time to fight
My diamonds do hit when you turn off the light
Fresh off the D, dip and dab with the white
Plug in LA and he sent in them pounds
He gon' straight send 'em down if I tell him the name
My nigga from Philly that sell me the lean
He just brought me some pints, so I shout out to Mike
We in the trenches with them sticks, you will get murdered
From the Heights up to the 'Ville, so many murderers
Off of this single with Teck, I'ma go cop a Patek, hell yeah
Then I'm gon' get some baguettes, put them shits right in my neck, hell yeah

[YG Teck]
You know what's goin' on
You heard me, say you heard me
Say you see me clearly, you hear me clearly
You ain't never seen no shit like this, nigga
Shine up with no excuses
That's what I'm tryna tell you, though
Worm ass niggas, yeah

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