"Old Law" lyrics
(feat. Stak 5, Og Ant, Glasses Malone & Celly Cel)
We built so different (GnB)
We cut from a whole different kind of fabric
Oh, Lord (GnB)
A lot of different niggas like to judge mine (Mine)
Fuck 'em, man, I do it for my bloodline (Bloodline)
Stand up on these niggas when it's thug time (Thug)
It's all about respect, I ain't the love kind (Swear)
Nigga, we under the old law (Old law)
Tell 'em we under the old law (Old law)
I promise it's somethin' they never saw
Yeah, they askin' for the real, so we givin' it to 'em raw (5s, raw)
Old law, yeah, that's what I'm under, that's my constitution
They need hall of fame for real niggas, all my contributions (Yeah)
Stand up, never sittin' down was always my solution
Should've been drafted to the team, much as I ball in Houston (H-Town)
Real nigga, fake cost too much
My favorite law the fifth amendment, I don't talk too much
I barely tell niggas time 'cause this watch too tough
Hopefully your card don't decline, but I'ma watch you bluff (Ha)
Poker nigga, all I see is money 'cause I'm focused, nigga
Talk cheap, you can always tell who the brokest, nigga
Swallowed all my pride, pour that drank and I'ma smoke a nigga
Can tell that shit hard for y'all to do 'cause it might choke a nigga
Oh, Lord
Bitch, I'm that nigga, straight blowin' plane
If you ever see me workin', you know that I did my thing (Did my thing)
On the block, pumpin' rocks of that 'caine, I let 'em hang
Since a jit, been the shit, lil' old nigga, we ain't the same (Hell nah)
Y'all niggas snitchin' and bitchin', killin' the game
Then come home like a real one, boy, you goofy and lame
Ain't your Sunnyside projects, Cloverland prospect
000 where I'm from, always taught to pack a gun (Ba-baow)
I love my pops, he raised a son, always fight and never run
Never snitch, it get you hung, off with his head and clip his tongue, nigga
A lot of different niggas like to judge mine (Mine)
Fuck 'em, man, I do it for my bloodline (Bloodline)
Stand up on these niggas when it's thug time (Thug)
It's all about respect, I ain't the love kind (Swear)
Nigga, we under the old law (Old law, I got you, Keke)
Tell 'em we under the old law (Old law)
I promise it's somethin' they never saw
Yeah, they askin' for the real, so we givin' it to 'em raw (G, yeah, ha, raw)
And, yeah, I'm gon' give it to 'em
OGs that done passed, you could bet that I'm livin' through 'em
LA streets, you could bet that I'm dippin' through 'em
All them blood moons, you could bet I was Crippin' through 'em
Slidin' the clip, this life a trip (Trip)
Put some spikes on my Chucks so I can't slip (I can't slip)
Get that hate out your heart and keep it pure (Keep it pure)
You sick and tired of mark, well, this the cure
You know me, I get around, love the H-Town
Big Moe and DJ Screw were singin', it's goin' down (Facts)
Doc and Reek, yeah, the originator, fuck the haters
Out here gettin' paper with Lil' Keke, we do it major
Southside, self-made, way gone, well paid
If you left the streets and you did it right, it was well played (Yeah)
County jail fade, collect call, bail paid
Back on the block with the hyenas, look what hell made (Look what they did)
But we covered in prayer, trials and tribulations
It's motivation, passed down for generations (Yep)
If you stand for somethin', nigga, better stand strong (Stand strong)
From the Bay to the south, oh, Lord, we stand on (Stand on)
Nigga, we under the old law (Old law)
Tell 'em we under the old law (Old law)
I promise it's somethin' they never saw
Yeah, they askin' for the real, so we givin' it to 'em raw (Raw)
We cut from a whole different kind of fabric
Oh, Lord (GnB)
A lot of different niggas like to judge mine (Mine)
Fuck 'em, man, I do it for my bloodline (Bloodline)
Stand up on these niggas when it's thug time (Thug)
It's all about respect, I ain't the love kind (Swear)
Nigga, we under the old law (Old law)
Tell 'em we under the old law (Old law)
I promise it's somethin' they never saw
Yeah, they askin' for the real, so we givin' it to 'em raw (5s, raw)
Old law, yeah, that's what I'm under, that's my constitution
They need hall of fame for real niggas, all my contributions (Yeah)
Stand up, never sittin' down was always my solution
Should've been drafted to the team, much as I ball in Houston (H-Town)
Real nigga, fake cost too much
My favorite law the fifth amendment, I don't talk too much
I barely tell niggas time 'cause this watch too tough
Hopefully your card don't decline, but I'ma watch you bluff (Ha)
Poker nigga, all I see is money 'cause I'm focused, nigga
Talk cheap, you can always tell who the brokest, nigga
Swallowed all my pride, pour that drank and I'ma smoke a nigga
Can tell that shit hard for y'all to do 'cause it might choke a nigga
Oh, Lord
Bitch, I'm that nigga, straight blowin' plane
If you ever see me workin', you know that I did my thing (Did my thing)
On the block, pumpin' rocks of that 'caine, I let 'em hang
Since a jit, been the shit, lil' old nigga, we ain't the same (Hell nah)
Y'all niggas snitchin' and bitchin', killin' the game
Then come home like a real one, boy, you goofy and lame
Ain't your Sunnyside projects, Cloverland prospect
000 where I'm from, always taught to pack a gun (Ba-baow)
I love my pops, he raised a son, always fight and never run
Never snitch, it get you hung, off with his head and clip his tongue, nigga
A lot of different niggas like to judge mine (Mine)
Fuck 'em, man, I do it for my bloodline (Bloodline)
Stand up on these niggas when it's thug time (Thug)
It's all about respect, I ain't the love kind (Swear)
Nigga, we under the old law (Old law, I got you, Keke)
Tell 'em we under the old law (Old law)
I promise it's somethin' they never saw
Yeah, they askin' for the real, so we givin' it to 'em raw (G, yeah, ha, raw)
And, yeah, I'm gon' give it to 'em
OGs that done passed, you could bet that I'm livin' through 'em
LA streets, you could bet that I'm dippin' through 'em
All them blood moons, you could bet I was Crippin' through 'em
Slidin' the clip, this life a trip (Trip)
Put some spikes on my Chucks so I can't slip (I can't slip)
Get that hate out your heart and keep it pure (Keep it pure)
You sick and tired of mark, well, this the cure
You know me, I get around, love the H-Town
Big Moe and DJ Screw were singin', it's goin' down (Facts)
Doc and Reek, yeah, the originator, fuck the haters
Out here gettin' paper with Lil' Keke, we do it major
Southside, self-made, way gone, well paid
If you left the streets and you did it right, it was well played (Yeah)
County jail fade, collect call, bail paid
Back on the block with the hyenas, look what hell made (Look what they did)
But we covered in prayer, trials and tribulations
It's motivation, passed down for generations (Yep)
If you stand for somethin', nigga, better stand strong (Stand strong)
From the Bay to the south, oh, Lord, we stand on (Stand on)
Nigga, we under the old law (Old law)
Tell 'em we under the old law (Old law)
I promise it's somethin' they never saw
Yeah, they askin' for the real, so we givin' it to 'em raw (Raw)
