Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WITH THE SHITS , by - LA Capone. Release date: 18.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WITH THE SHITS |
| We play for keeps |
| The whole hood know me |
| No new niggas, they ain’t on the block |
| Making guap trying to feed the team |
| Got a motherfucking dot no circle |
| Big 30 hanging out, no curfew |
| One call, yeah Booka gone murk you |
| Sneak diss, man that’s gone hurt you |
| Oh yeah, we taking shit |
| Steady running from the Jakes and shit |
| When we reach the top |
| We could stop doing this basic shit |
| Cause I’ll ride or die for my niggas |
| I’ll get crucified for my niggas |
| You’ll never see a one on one, fuck boy |
| The whole squad gone get you |
| These niggas so phony though |
| They’ll act like your homie, though |
| 'Til they see some bands, but it ain’t your mans |
| He just bail like Romeo |
| And I’m still by the corner store |
| Fuck all this rapping, bro |
| Might think it’s a concert |
| And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho |
| Now roll that dope shit |
| On the block we smoking shit |
| And niggas die cause the cops |
| Come quicker than the motherfucking doctor, shit |
| It’s one thing I never did |
| And that’s love a bitch |
| Cause I’m drilling shit |
| I only love my clique |
| My OG told me to slow down |
| I see an opp then he get blowed down |
| Take him down then smoke his whole pound |
| Ah, they deep, huh? |
| Empty the round |
| Get caught but I won’t make a sound |
| But it’s dead cause I’m shooting out of town |
| We sell green and white but no brown |
| I’m finna bust a sale right now |
| These niggas ain’t really in the field |
| Little Folks going in for the kill |
| Late night trying to creep with the steel |
| Shondale, how that hot shit feel? |
| And I love when I’m off that pill |
| Can’t change boy I’m too real |
| They say real niggas don’t say they real |
| Well fuck nigga I’m real |
| And if he can’t break bread he fake |
| I had one more buck on my plate |
| It was me and bro, we was in the store |
| And both of us got 50 cent cake |
| A bitch can’t tell me she late |
| The condoms I use don’t break |
| We at the starting point of this race |
| We gone win, nigga I can’t wait |
| Rondo’ll gamble with your soul |
| GDK fuck a Brick, get exposed |
| In the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles |
| Jakes snatch me up and you know I can’t fold |
| 600, free my nigga, D-Rose |
| All these hoes kind of getting too old |
| I ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs |
| Niggas get smoked |
| Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad |
| Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad |
| And if he holding on that work he get robbed |
| TEC on my neck, I don’t need no bodyguard |
| These niggas be crazy |
| These niggas don’t tote |
| These niggas think it’s a joke |
| Let me see an opp, I’m a blow |
| See a lot of niggas say I changed |
| Cause Rondo done made a little change |
| I still claim the set I claimed |
| And I ain’t going, try to take my chain |
| D-Block, free my nigga M-Thang |
| Steve Drive, that’s my campaign |
| And I would never snitch, that just don’t exist |
| Cuz, that’s blood on my name |
| Yeah, I’m a shooter bitch |
| Tay 600 up them rugers quick |
| Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block |
| I was trying to make it flip |
| He was probably with his moms |
| He was probably on the porch |
| Since a youngin, bitch I been that nigga |
| I was blowing the torch |
| You know how I rock, nigga |
| They know how I rock, nigga |
| Cdai got 22 shots, nigga |
| Add 8 more, that’s a mop, nigga |
| Niggas do all that talk |
| My niggas don’t come from that cloth |
| Rock a opp, they could take that loss |
| 600, bitch, Rondo the boss |