(Chorus – Uncle Murda)
He was popping mad s**t till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
He was popping mad s**t till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
(Post Chorus – Dave East)
100 round drum make the whole block scatter
Blue and whites out, let it go, it don’t matter
Youngin 17, got a 40 with a 30
For a pair of Jordans, guarantee he’ll do you dirty
(Verse 1 – Dave East)
Fresh out the precinct, mama said she praying for me
Talking to the deacon, I was rarely eating
Trips to Baltimore, bussing checks every weekend
Henny drinkers, f**k that wine, ain’t sipping Riesling
Uncle from the South, jeans, creased them
Raised on the East, for arguments, ni**as’ll leave him
My own aunt robbed me, I don’t trust a soul breathing
Mama had a job, I sold work for sneakers, believe him
(Verse 2 – Uncle Murda)
He was poppin mad s**t, man, he wasn’t strapped up
In front of his baby moms, he got smacked up
On the low, he was ready to fight back
Till he saw that Draco then fell right back
Got my finger on the trigger, I’ll pull it ni**a
Not even Mayweather could box these bullets ni**a
Thug Life, I’m 2Pac Shakur ni**a
Black lives matter but not yours ni**a
(Chorus – Uncle Murda)
He was popping mad s**t till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
He was popping mad s**t till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
(Post Chorus – Dave East)
100 round drum make the whole block scatter
Blue and whites out, let it go, it don’t matter
Youngin 17, got a 40 with a 30
For a pair of Jordans, guarantee he’ll do you dirty
(Verse 3 – Styles P)
Real MC on the check, 1-2″ s**t
Said you was a gangsta but you won’t do **t
Ni**as rap senseless cause they all stupid
Like I’mma give a f**k if your swag up
Ni**as on the strip with a brick just bagged up
Getting big dough or get your big toe tagged up
Real ni**as with me and fake ni**as with you
Sh*t go bananas when the apes come and get you
Boom boys with you then they coming with you
Get a group rate, shoot the whole crew face
Knock the top part of your head off like a toupée
I’m too great, you too wack
12 gauge sawed-off, .38 blue strap
All my G ni**as asking where the loot at
I’m already war ready, you want beef with SP?
Line em up and get em all ready
(Chorus – Uncle Murda)
He was popping mad s**t till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
He was popping mad s**t till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
