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lil rooga - street commandments

[intro]
(gunshots & sirens in the background)
ayy, chopsquad dj, turn this sh_t up!
man, y’all already know what the f_ck goin’ on
ain’t no warnings, straight pressure, n_gga
let’s get it

[hook]
ayy, the trenches never love you like i love you, b_tch
keep a stick, if he move wrong, i’ma slump the b_tch
i can’t fold on my brothers, that’s some sucker sh_t
and if you dissin’ on the gang, we gon’ dump the clip
pourin’ shots, this for all my n_ggas dead and gone
we gon’ send a hundred shots if a n_gga move wrong
p_ssy n_gga tuck his chain when he see us, huh?
where i’m from, we let it bang, we don’t freeze up, huh?

ohh, keep them hammers
wherе i’m from, we just keep them hammers
ohh, drillin’ mannеrs
where i’m from, n_ggas drill with manners

[verse 1]
ayy, i done seen real k!llers turn to cold rats
how the f_ck you speak on bodies? you ain’t blow back
all these opps steady hidin’, n_gga, hold that
hollows hit his chest, made his stupid ass fold back
lost my brothers to this sh_t, i can’t trust a soul
got a beam on the glock, i won’t tuck a pole
f_ck the judge, f_ck the opps, f_ck the system too
tried to lock me up for drillin’, but i made it through
gang sh_t, get your face split, b_tch, i’m certified
n_ggas claim they outside, but they always lyin’
caught a case, never snitched, took that on the chin
ayy, them bullets ate his face, won’t get up again
[hook]
ayy, the trenches never love you like i love you, b_tch
keep a stick, if he move wrong, i’ma slump the b_tch
i can’t fold on my brothers, that’s some sucker sh_t
and if you dissin’ on the gang, we gon’ dump the clip
pourin’ shots, this for all my n_ggas dead and gone
we gon’ send a hundred shots if a n_gga move wrong
p_ssy n_gga tuck his chain when he see us, huh?
where i’m from, we let it bang, we don’t freeze up, huh?

ohh, keep them hammers
where i’m from, we just keep them hammers
ohh, drillin’ manners
where i’m from, n_ggas drill with manners

[verse 2]
ayy, how the f_ck you claim you gang? you don’t stand on sh_t
caught him lackin’ at the store, now he a candle, b_tch
n_ggas fakin’ for the ‘net, i don’t post a pic
only time i post a glock when it’s loaded, b_tch
i got demons in my head, tell me k!ll ‘em all
if you ain’t ridin’ for the gang, then don’t get involved
ain’t no mercy when we slide, better pray to god
or you gon’ meet the same fate as your f_ckin’ dawg
and i put that on my name, n_gga, f_ck the opps
i ain’t never switch, i ain’t never talk
had to make it out the mud, i was down bad
now my pockets full of hunnids, got ‘em real mad
[hook]
ayy, the trenches never love you like i love you, b_tch
keep a stick, if he move wrong, i’ma slump the b_tch
i can’t fold on my brothers, that’s some sucker sh_t
and if you dissin’ on the gang, we gon’ dump the clip
pourin’ shots, this for all my n_ggas dead and gone
we gon’ send a hundred shots if a n_gga move wrong
p_ssy n_gga tuck his chain when he see us, huh?
where i’m from, we let it bang, we don’t freeze up, huh?

ohh, keep them hammers
where i’m from, we just keep them hammers
ohh, drillin’ manners
where i’m from, n_ggas drill with manners

(outro fades with gunshots and police sirens…)

- lil rooga

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