Testo Big Gang - 03 Greedo
Testo della canzone Big Gang (03 Greedo), tratta dall'album Halfway There
I got hitters in the cut
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
03, yeah
(Damn, my bad)
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hitta's in the cut, can't wait to dust somethin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hundred rounds go off everybody start duckin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Niggas swearin' that they steppa's 'til we make 'em start runnin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Twenty killa's 'round me, we ain't doin' no tustlin'
Hitta's in the cut, hitta's in the cut (Let it, let it heat)
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hey let fire, let it bang 'til it click
Buttons on the Glock for every nigga that I switch
Tension on my side, we seen cousin killin' crip
Catch him slippin' when we slide, you get drilled off the rip
Came by myself, see how soon niggas forget
Ask the ones that know me, I been shootin' since a kid
I done made it to the top, that don't mean I ain't gon' pop
Even more paranoid, now I got the hood hot
Bounce around, town to town, still ain't never hood hop
I ain't say it, but they say I'm California Guwop
Oh oh ooh, chop it down in my coupe
Niggas thought I wouldn't come through
Tighten up now that I'm [?]
03, My first name, my street I done got in too deep
Bet you can't do it like me
I mean who gon' take that time on they hand? Feel me?
A nigga on top of the world, just got a deal
Still keepin' it real, you niggas gon' squeel
You could not be me, it's only one 03 ya dig?
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hitta's in the cut, can't wait to dust somethin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hundred rounds go off everybody start duckin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Niggas swearin' that they steppa's 'til we make 'em start runnin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Twenty killa's 'round me, we ain't doin' no tustlin'
Hitta's in the cut, hitta's in the cut (Let it, let it heat)
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
(Let it heat)
I got homies who don't wanna be on camera
Buildin' new shit in the hood
But we the ones who got the hammers
Break a brick down like construction doin' damage
[?] drip from the [?], can't stand it
Could of
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Writer(s): Braden Andrew Sherouse
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