"No Apologies" lyrics
Loudest nigga in the room, he gon' die tomorrow (boom)
Daddy died up in the streets for murder, ain't no sorrow (yeah)
Lost a couple hitters, but the streets don't know what I know
Niggas talkin' beef shit, but crack just like some tacos
Get up on my knees and pray the opps decide to pop out (boom)
My shooter he ain't finish school I call him Mr. Dropout (yeah)
See life's a bitch I know she dyking 'cause she keep the scrap out (scrap out)
I bet these niggas won't get the picture 'til they mans get cropped out
Posted on straight with the gang we dunking shit like Dr. J's
Stepped on him and Michael J's you know we call that hopscotch (you know we call that)
Went triple up still making plays and if we run go separate ways no marathon
But it's a rest 'cause niggas got the block out (boom, boom)
The Wayne gone keep that pistol by his Johnson he gon' rock out
To knock some niggas down I told my mama I can't stop now
My niggas shoot, I shoot behind 'em like we playin' knockout
Quades, he gon' wear the block up so you know I pull the mop out
Raised up in the church and I done really seen some demons
Air Glock 17 or 38, I got that scrape from Remy, yeah
Rather be a living dog than be a dead lion
If I catch my opps up in the streets, I leave 'em dead lying
Raised up in the church and I done really seen some demons
Air Glock 17 or 38, I got that scrape from Remy, yeah
Rather be a living dog than be a dead lion
If I catch my opps up in the streets I leave them dead lying
Told my brother when I die just put my gun up in my casket, yeah
I'ma go to heaven let them pussy niggas have it, yeah
I'ma give 'em hell now
Get 'em through the airport, we don't gotta use the mail now
Really moving units, I ain't gotta use a scale now
No triple A, hit 'em like we playing Tunt and cut 'em like we playing Spade
Life is not a movie, it's a game, I call it triple A
I don't really fuck with niggas like I'm reppin' triple K's
We from Cali, serving Carolina, then I hit the A
Black hoes say you on the top and if you not, you on the way
Shit was hard when I lost Snoop, it hurt when I look at Lil Tre
See myself up in his eyes and plus I see the murder gang (L.A. gang Trap Dickey)
Loudest nigga in the room, he gon' die tomorrow (boom)
Daddy died up in the streets for murder, ain't no sorrow (yeah)
Lost a couple hitters, but the streets don't know what I know
Niggas talkin' beef shit, but crack just like some tacos
Get up on my knees and pray the opps decide to pop out (boom)
My shooter, he ain't finish school, I call him Mr. Dropout (yeah)
See life's a bitch, I know she dykin' 'cause she keep the scrap out (scrap out)
I bet these niggas won't get the picture 'til they mans get cropped out
Daddy died up in the streets for murder, ain't no sorrow (yeah)
Lost a couple hitters, but the streets don't know what I know
Niggas talkin' beef shit, but crack just like some tacos
Get up on my knees and pray the opps decide to pop out (boom)
My shooter he ain't finish school I call him Mr. Dropout (yeah)
See life's a bitch I know she dyking 'cause she keep the scrap out (scrap out)
I bet these niggas won't get the picture 'til they mans get cropped out
Posted on straight with the gang we dunking shit like Dr. J's
Stepped on him and Michael J's you know we call that hopscotch (you know we call that)
Went triple up still making plays and if we run go separate ways no marathon
But it's a rest 'cause niggas got the block out (boom, boom)
The Wayne gone keep that pistol by his Johnson he gon' rock out
To knock some niggas down I told my mama I can't stop now
My niggas shoot, I shoot behind 'em like we playin' knockout
Quades, he gon' wear the block up so you know I pull the mop out
Raised up in the church and I done really seen some demons
Air Glock 17 or 38, I got that scrape from Remy, yeah
Rather be a living dog than be a dead lion
If I catch my opps up in the streets, I leave 'em dead lying
Raised up in the church and I done really seen some demons
Air Glock 17 or 38, I got that scrape from Remy, yeah
Rather be a living dog than be a dead lion
If I catch my opps up in the streets I leave them dead lying
Told my brother when I die just put my gun up in my casket, yeah
I'ma go to heaven let them pussy niggas have it, yeah
I'ma give 'em hell now
Get 'em through the airport, we don't gotta use the mail now
Really moving units, I ain't gotta use a scale now
No triple A, hit 'em like we playing Tunt and cut 'em like we playing Spade
Life is not a movie, it's a game, I call it triple A
I don't really fuck with niggas like I'm reppin' triple K's
We from Cali, serving Carolina, then I hit the A
Black hoes say you on the top and if you not, you on the way
Shit was hard when I lost Snoop, it hurt when I look at Lil Tre
See myself up in his eyes and plus I see the murder gang (L.A. gang Trap Dickey)
Loudest nigga in the room, he gon' die tomorrow (boom)
Daddy died up in the streets for murder, ain't no sorrow (yeah)
Lost a couple hitters, but the streets don't know what I know
Niggas talkin' beef shit, but crack just like some tacos
Get up on my knees and pray the opps decide to pop out (boom)
My shooter, he ain't finish school, I call him Mr. Dropout (yeah)
See life's a bitch, I know she dykin' 'cause she keep the scrap out (scrap out)
I bet these niggas won't get the picture 'til they mans get cropped out
