Wake up, gunshots in the city
Hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy
Gunshots, young stunna got caught up
Clock big numbers, too bad got startered
Stunt now, you gonna pay later
Big booty girl, that's a black mans savior
Servin', hit the block and we curbin'
Roll real slow through the cut like a surgeon
Turf chick, smurfette, give you work quick
Get caught sippin', get sick is it worth it?
Hell nah, but the job fill timers
Got a good girl in my eyes she the flyest
Can't sleep, streets stay heated
Ghetto connoisseur, i know you see it
Posted, while my cousins gettin' toasted
Got a big beat so fat you can smoke it.
[Dont Lose Your Head lyrics on
Chorus:
Don't- d- don't lose ya
Dont lose your head (x9)
Little homie whatchu gonna do wit your
life
you wanna hustle but you aint doin it right
Thug to the end just dunno why
even if your wrong you know im gonna ride
in the streets
with the killas and the creeps
you dont wanna learn but i still wanna
teach
I told you, laced in beats
cuz all you ever do is chase them freaks
Lil town girl,
never been around the world
gave her that pill
now your lickin on her pearl
Ill be right out keep em all syched out
in the back room f*ckin with the lights out
dont do it
Chorus:
Don't- d- don't lose ya
Dont lose your head (x9)
Ay, skyscrapers, high from the vapors
See us drive by, ain't no way it's gonna shake us
Earthquake us, shittin on the rictuhh
Party at the crib bring a friend an her sister
Cruise by, homie deuce amp live
D-U-S-T in the back, lets ride
Dipped in the caddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Slouch real low, buds fall out the baggy
Yolk in a circle, pullin' on purple
Flow to the show, although no rehersal
Got stress? better let that rest
D-Boys get annoyed leave a VOID on your chest
Yes, all bad when you act too good
roll with the punches i think you should
get smart, we'd rather go dumb
Big bass in your face make your brain go numb.
Chorus
Don't- d- don't lose ya
Dont lose your head (x9)