"Same Ole Thang" lyrics
Uh, I did it again, niggas (Ha, ha)
You know you done fucked up right? (Right, right)
I know what y'all out there askin' yourself (Uh)
Will his gun ever jam up?
No
A lot of speculations on the hammers I done raised
Niggas I done blazed
Man, I stay strapped, will that nigga really clap?
Niggas I got popped or shot up direct
Is it true he kept a MAC and don't fuck with them TECs?
What's the position you hold when that stock gon' fold?
On that K, rappers sprayed when my gun unload
Bullets tired of shit, but they'll leave you cold
Before Boyz turn II Men they at the "End of they Road"
Yeah, the bully back, to put you on your ass
Quicker than that fully MAC slide a bullet in the shaft
I give 'em room to breathe, but never room to leave
Every nigga I done clapped never came back (Ugh)
Nice Glock, nigga, you should see the mac
That hold 40 fevers when the stock pulled back
You be sweatin' like 40 fevers when I pull that
Let's end the speculations on will I clap?
When you motherfuckers gon' realize that?
I blaze you without a razor, get your wig pushed back, blah
It's the same ol' thang, in the game and it ain't no change
Cats come, don't say no names, we don't play no games
And we quick to let the thang go bang
If a nigga wanna test my aim, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing
Man, ain't shit different, it's the old Ford Sig' remix
Braids gone, my wave's on, got 'em seasick, I'm up in
Your ribs touchin' like you ain't eat shit
Whoever said that the kid wouldn't be shit? Stacks increasin'
That's a moot point so keep leapin'
Spaces to the left, feds keep creepin'
Plottin' on my arrest, they want a nigga stretched in the precinct
Press'll paint a picture like don't release him
Check his background, his prior stretch since a delinquent
Plus check the people he in sync with
Them Old Kids on the Block, who hustle on the Backstreets
The Boys tryna color him bad
He's a three-time felon, in fact, he on probation right now
Ankle bracelet can't confine him to the house
Bad weight, no consignment, can't confine him 'til it drought
My fed-case lawyer knocked the bottom of it out, blow
It's the same ol' thang, in the game and it ain't no change
Cats come, don't say no names, we don't play no games
And we quick to let the thang go bang
If a nigga wanna test my aim, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing
You know you done fucked up right? (Right, right)
I know what y'all out there askin' yourself (Uh)
Will his gun ever jam up?
No
A lot of speculations on the hammers I done raised
Niggas I done blazed
Man, I stay strapped, will that nigga really clap?
Niggas I got popped or shot up direct
Is it true he kept a MAC and don't fuck with them TECs?
What's the position you hold when that stock gon' fold?
On that K, rappers sprayed when my gun unload
Bullets tired of shit, but they'll leave you cold
Before Boyz turn II Men they at the "End of they Road"
Yeah, the bully back, to put you on your ass
Quicker than that fully MAC slide a bullet in the shaft
I give 'em room to breathe, but never room to leave
Every nigga I done clapped never came back (Ugh)
Nice Glock, nigga, you should see the mac
That hold 40 fevers when the stock pulled back
You be sweatin' like 40 fevers when I pull that
Let's end the speculations on will I clap?
When you motherfuckers gon' realize that?
I blaze you without a razor, get your wig pushed back, blah
It's the same ol' thang, in the game and it ain't no change
Cats come, don't say no names, we don't play no games
And we quick to let the thang go bang
If a nigga wanna test my aim, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing
Man, ain't shit different, it's the old Ford Sig' remix
Braids gone, my wave's on, got 'em seasick, I'm up in
Your ribs touchin' like you ain't eat shit
Whoever said that the kid wouldn't be shit? Stacks increasin'
That's a moot point so keep leapin'
Spaces to the left, feds keep creepin'
Plottin' on my arrest, they want a nigga stretched in the precinct
Press'll paint a picture like don't release him
Check his background, his prior stretch since a delinquent
Plus check the people he in sync with
Them Old Kids on the Block, who hustle on the Backstreets
The Boys tryna color him bad
He's a three-time felon, in fact, he on probation right now
Ankle bracelet can't confine him to the house
Bad weight, no consignment, can't confine him 'til it drought
My fed-case lawyer knocked the bottom of it out, blow
It's the same ol' thang, in the game and it ain't no change
Cats come, don't say no names, we don't play no games
And we quick to let the thang go bang
If a nigga wanna test my aim, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing, it's the same ol' thing
Same ol' thing
