Tookie Knows II

(album: Blank Face LP - 2016)

[Schoolboy Q:]
Oh, we might die for this shit nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang banging that Crip shit

Niggas said cause in the first grade
In the shade where the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that gang sweep
Now I'm in the back of a van
And my wrists got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the Visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga on his pockets
Watch the COs, they be watching
County news for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Put niggas on bum status
Shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress, double bench press
PC, get the Fruit Loops
Keep telling on niggas
Why I fuck with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank God for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Ain't nothing to a locc, huh?
Went missing to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They ain't show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go, huh?
A young nigga back on Fig
H-crown on wig
Shoe strings say where I'm from
On probation and got my gun
Other side going for that thumb
Motherfucker I'm gangbanging

[Traffic:]
Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks
Blue tee, nigga I keep it G
Nigga, in the streets is where I be
I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep
Me and Floyd posted on Fig
Getting it in and moving it out
Getting it in and moving it out
I'm holding the heat, he's watching the block
I'm watching for cops, I'm holding these rocks
Fiends keep coming, this shit don't stop
When it's war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this shit off tops
My nigga gonna ride for this Crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, thank God
Money got niggas looking at me all odd
Punk ass niggas better go get a job
Run up on me, wrong bitch, nigga get popped
I'm gon' ride for this shit, on Crip
A nigga gon' die for this shit then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
TF by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride gripping on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm gang banging

[TF:]
Uh, might go down for this check nigga
I might die for this set nigga
I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't slipping
Niggas lying saying I ain't Cripping
Back to back, me and Tiny smack
I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac
Niggas ask, what he sign for?
I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo
I got an AK when that bitch spray
It's like pulling strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail nigga
I was cell living, getting mail in it
I ain't even talking mail nigga
Pay-pals for the cell nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell huh
School of hard knocks, fuck [?]
See me in traffic like an orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale watch
Front line like mailboxes
5-12, that's the numbers on it
May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only
.45, no numbers on it
Scratched down, I'm strapped down
Might go down for this shit
If I don't then I'm racked down
Rank up there with Shaq crown
I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt
I press that, I'm getting rich
I might go down for this shit

[Schoolboy Q:]
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang banging that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga