Honor Amongst Thieves ft. Nash Boogie & Myth Got Beats Lyrics

Yea

I told you before it's a dirty game out there

Whether you in the streets

Industry

Yea

Gotta watch your back

Uh

Yo

Bizzy being brilliant, I kill it when word wielding

Verb villain burn bridges when herbs visit, protect riches

Y'all can cry rivers to bitches, I got no time for whine, uh

Unless I'm cracking broads bringing cheese with mine

The feast divine, release the crime

When pieces rise, the creeds divide, and peace subsides

Thank God if you leave alive

Just lead a life that leads the blind from seas that's high

We meet with minds that change culture

Legacy builders that slay vultures and blaze potent, so stay focused

And double yo dividends, dismissing friends sending ten four to your residence

Snake niggas can Cheddar Bob

Struggling hustling find a better job

Ready for yo shot I'll toss the lob

If opportunity knocks, you better turn the knob

Or be the story that made your mother sob, that's word to God

You make it, jackers try to take it like they Pat Bev

Extract a fraction of information and watch the rumors spread

Character assassination

Leading to mass incarceration

Making paper racists ain't the only niggas hatin'

Keep the lid on how you eatin, thieves is quick to foil it

Barrell full of crabs, gotta raise the heat to boil it

Victory is sweet, they can't compete, they wanna spoil it

Like Sydney Dean and Billy Hoyle, hard to see what loyal is

Yea

So you want me to turn my back on my people

I don't want you to do anything but join the team dog

Ain't no unity, ain't no loyalty

Y'all ain't nothing but a bunch of crabs in a bucket

I'd be better off putting a bullet in my own brain

Ain't no honor amongst thieves

No easy way to riches

Eyes on yo enemies

Learn to sniff out the snitches

And if money is yo vice

Be careful when you roll them dice

Because the price could be your life, uh

Feds at ya place like publishers clearing house

But ain't no sweepstakes, tryna figure your whereabouts

Mom's said you gone, they continue to feel it out

That's when she hit your phone saying son just hear me out, hello

Quickly hung up, now he on a different route

Looking for the ratatouille with the mickey mouse

That's a 50 clip, even if he miss he hit

Looking for them niggas and that Fendi Prada trendy bitch

Only thing he missed was the nigga closest to him

Shared the sandbox with him and emotions to him

Stayed on beat with each other like they was co-producing

Hit the block picked up a couple niggas that's known for shooting

Come On

Needed no recruitment, just a couple bands

They say bands make it dance, had to take a chance

Sniffed a half a gram, let it blam, bullets hit sudan

Hit you and ya man, brakes slam, got up out that jam

Or so he thought till that court date came

Lawyer whispered in his ear while he getting arraigned

Said they got one of your boys and I think he detained

Say they got a star witness but won't give me the name, nope

Soon as he walked in, he damn near choked

Never thought his best friend would try and hang him from a rope

But he did

Now we going all out kid

And we got mad slugs to give

Stakeout the crib

Ain't no honor amongst thieves

No easy way to riches

Eyes on yo enemies

Learn to sniff out the snitches

And if money is yo vice

Be careful when you roll them dice

Because the price could be your life, uh

This state not big enough for the two of us Johnny boy

Then I suggest you move out