Word Around Town

(альбом: 911: Gangsta Grillz - 2018)

One thing about the streets (Hood with another one)
They never stop talking (Out in the street, they call it murder)
What you want your story to sound like?
Bombaclaat, me a top shotta, me a rock ya boy
Facts or fiction? (Bah)
I'm Osama 3 Laden
Me a gon' murder dem (MO3)
Me swing the rifle around me back (Suckers)

Word around town that somebody got found
Slumped over in the car, body stretched out on the ground
Ran him down with a hundred rounds, we gon' gun you down
In that water, you gon' swim or drown or you gon' make it out
Oh, you better run
Oh, somebody getting slumped
Ooh, you better run
Oh, you in trouble now

Heard these nigga running 'round and they talking foul (Wow)
Pop up with them choppers out, what they talking 'bout? (Blaow)
We chop up they partner house, we won't talk it out
Homicide, it's been a crime scene, they gon' chalk him out
Hundred round, they gon' take him out, don't make a sound (Shh)
Hello, meet your maker now, we gon' chase 'em down (Ah)
Gun 'em, gun 'em, gun 'em, blocka-blaow, break 'em down
Hundred round, hundred round, hundred round, body up under my ankles now
Ooh, they got me heated
Run up on this and your life, I'ma keep it, die for no reason
Jump in that water like I'm a marine, yeah, I'm Scuba Steve, yeah
Nigga, don't play, got that Ruger on me, yeah, I'm finna get even
My guy got heat, now I gotta slide for this, I get it popping, it's murder
My young niggas flipping, go kill 'em on mafia shit
I know you heard how we rocking
We hit 'em, then go back and kill all the opposite, bitch
Flip that lil' nigga like bitch, this a blizzard
You know when I up, you gon' drop, you lil' bitch (Yeah)

Word around town that somebody got found
Slumped over in the car, body stretched out on the ground
Ran him down with a hundred rounds, we gon' gun you down
In that water, you gon' swim or drown or you gon' make it out
Oh, you better run
Oh, somebody getting slumped
Ooh, you better run
Oh, you in trouble now

They just got the word to me, the opp in town
Hit the nigga car up, watch it spin around (Ah)
Hope he got a life jacket, he gon' swim or drown (Baow)
In the field like I'm Chris Brown, we gon' take him down
Told my hitters keep it quiet, shh, they will not talk to nobody (Nobody)
No, I'm not paying nobody (I'm sorry), I'ma do something about it (Ah)
Spin around, turn on they block with a chopper (Baow)
Throwaway, we take the plates off the Honda (What?)
Pull up and we let the flame out the yoppa (Yah)
We take him under, he going under (Gang, gang)
Pull up and we let the flame out the Glocka
On my mama (Andalé)
Shoot down an opp with the name of a monster
I'm Osama (Thank the Lord)
Won't see my face when I catch me a body
He's a goner (Ah)
Not playing around, playing around

Word around town that somebody got found
Slumped over in the car, body stretched out on the ground
Ran him down with a hundred rounds, we gon' gun you down
In that water, you gon' swim or drown or you gon' make it out
Oh, you better run
Oh, somebody getting slumped
Ooh, you better run
Oh, you in trouble now