762 God (30MIX) Lyrics

Ay, you feel me

It's that big Westside 30th Street shit, you feel me

I'm finna go crazy on this motherfucker, you feel me

Free my brothers

Ay, ay

I'm from that 3000 block where we get money stacked up

Get in the way, you get touched, now we 3-4 deep in the truck

See I'm with my bro, we both got guns and yeah, we suited up

Bitch, I'm from the 30, rep your hood and throw that shit right up

Post on the box with my heat, say it's beef in the streets we meet

30 till I D.I.E., niggas don't want no beef with he

Thuggin' till they bury me, Uncle Billy, I miss you, G

Pull up on your block and we shoot, it's a quick lil' movie scene

30, be the gang and bitch, we steppin' like we Kappa nem

Barely, we're ahead because P.J. ain't got no cap in him

Saw em with his bro and my gun is started to clap at them

Slidin' on the mission, lil' P.J., he bound to catch a M

I'm in the spot, pole and bowed up, we got them rolls

All on us if you want some smoke, provoke us

We come like hocus pocus, chopper rounds, shaped like some doughnuts

You niggas, hate all on us, in the party stick like the Russians

You play, we get the bussin

I'm in the spot, pole and bowed up, we got them rolls

All on us if you want some smoke, provoke us

We come like hocus pocus, chopper rounds, shaped like some doughnuts

You niggas, hate all on us, in the party sticks like the Russians

You play, we get the bussin

You bitch niggas, yall really hate us, the score it is outrageous

God know we gotta face em, see one we gotta take him

Blow him down, bitch, ain't erase him

This chopper gotta take him, eat his face, bitch, and misplace him

We had to JFK him