a.m.b (intrill)
ambush buzzworl
big bad bush with' the- uh
coulda been a mizzy or a-
big bad bush with the bag
coulda been a mizzy or a mac book
cah we really livin' what i rap
it's giving man a bad look
meet me in the states cah a nigga spit it that good
federales kill my nigga and i'm mad still
how my nigga kill my brother and it's that real
i don't really know if niggas know how that feels
it's like a i took a bad pill
painkiller take the pain like advil
pain like the rave get cancelled
'member when we make the rave get cancelled
'cause we knocked out some corn
corn for a bouncer and corn for your dad still
got corn for your gang still
talk less but we done more
tongue pressed on your mum's floor
armed jakes at the front door
i'll send apes to your front door
niggas runnin' off with money
like i won't make time to come find your bloodclot nigga
but what i'm really tryna figure
is how my cousin's shootin' up my niggas
told the truth they ain't my niggas cah i don't fuck with' niggas
i'm a family man so fuck niggas
we the best and nobody touching us
and we blessed cah we keep the love with us
no gas but we keep the pump with' us
i'm the hardest in my city
'cause he ain't lyin' to me
i can tell these niggas frightened of me
this tape's about my life and my environment
and see the way i see things
i got these bitches by their g-strings
you ain't fuckin' with me