Plead The 5th ft. Mah Lyrics

Ayo Mah, get to the bag

Turn me up a little bit here Boogin

A homicide, another nigga died just the other day

My lil' bro banged my line, he asking for a throw away

We promote the violence, bitch, we boostin' up the murder rate

I upgraded to them sticks, I used to tote a 38

We gang-slidin', any nigga slippin', gettin' picked off

And we don't want them small fries, we comin' for the big dog

Posin' with that strap, but we gon' see if you gon' get off

Yellow tape, they block, make bodies droppin', then we spin off

It's war time, nigga, you gon' slide or you gon' hide about it?

Nigga throw your gang in the air if you gon' die about it

Nigga lace your boots if you gon' troop, gon' shoot somethin'

How many niggas say that they gon' kill, but don't gon' do nothin'

We gon' put the tool on them boys to have they crew runnin'

Put a bag on the opp, nigga, all blue hunnids

Double back, if you miss your shot, you gotta make it count

They on the net sneak dissing, and we in the set hangin' out

Plottin' on the skit, I'm tryna go and see what they about

Better not slide down Stanford Ave, take a safer route

Tag a nigga toe, we walk him down with them lasers out

Ten milli', hit the switch on it, I'm finna bang it out

We put your mans on the shirt, we put your mans in the dirt

Ain't no shootin' back initiated, bitch, I'm blowin' first

He ain't gotta be official, but if he affiliated

When we hit that block we bounce out and we eliminate him

You gon' get your feet whipped if you slid, and you only graze him

Ain't no holdin' hands in this shit, bitch we strictly bangin'

Westside Bompton Piru, where the P's at

P's, shakes, and W's, cause bitch, I really mean that

Go take a field trip and get live, get your rankin' up

Nigga put a K behind the hood, but they ain't sprayin' nothing

The homies, they got K's up in the hood, they tryin' to spray for nothin'

The police always hot up in my set, they say we stayin' something

I'm tryin' to fall in and get that bag in a hurry

We put trophies on shelves and make niggas hang up they jerseys

Real shit, we the ones that got these niggas worried

Bump into a opp in traffic, niggas swervin', tryin' to curve me

Blood they know that I get lit

Tell a judge I plead the fifth

You will die for your fitted hat, I'm tellin' you it's this

From the land where you jump off the porch, then you blitz

Where you rob, hit licks or get it all off a bitch