Shorty Wit Da 40

(专辑： 2 Cups - 2014)

Shorty got the 40, he ready, he in his glory
He tryna catch a body and tell his homies the story
Shorty got the 40 he ain't playing no games
He tired of niggas calling him shorty, he tryna make a name

Shorty got the 40, he riding round his side of town
He told his big homie, he see a opp, he gon firem down
They don't see it in him, they laughing, they think he lying now
He ain't never popped a pill before, but shit, he trying now
He off the pill, don't know he supposed feel
His homie said he tweaking, He told him he need to chill
He bound to catch a body. His homies don't think he will
He pulled the gun out and showed them like "Nigga, this shit is real!"
His homie tried to take it like "Shorty you need to face it! You ain't a killer nigga, keep rapping, and you gon make it."
Pointed it at his homie like "Nah, you need to face it, Bitch I know what I'm doin, its easy, that shit is basic!"
Look Shorty in his eyes, his Big Homie looked surprised
He knew he couldn't stop him, Lil Shorty made up his mind
He asked him where he get the hammer from, he said "Its mine, I've been dying to catch me a body and now its time!"
But Shorty couldn't drive, he asked his homie "You gon ride with me
I need you to drive, I don't need you on my side with me." He like "Shit, Shorty if you with it, Shit I'm with it too. I'm lookin for Dre, anybody with him can get it too."
But them niggas, they don't even know where Dre at
He keep that ratchet, dude with that action, he don't play that
Shorty see a grey Lac, he like "Ain't that Dre Lac?"
But he don't see the the face, he just see the Green Bay hat
Shorty get to blowin, you know I was finna say that
But Shorty couldn't up it in time, so he ain't spray back
Big Homie like "Shorty, where the fuck is yo AA at?"
But Shorty on the ground so he runnin where he lay at
"Damn Shorty, the fuck, is you good? I don't see the shot."
"Straight through my shoulder, but I'm good bro, I don't need a Doc. Take the Glock, get the fuck outa here bro, you see the cops! Call me in a hour, bro get some shells, I'm a need a box"
Big Homie shook his head, he took the hammer and ran
Before he took off, he told him "I'm riding a Hundred grand."
Shorty said "Them niggas got to die, and I ain't playing!"
Big Homie nodded his head like "Shorty I understand."
Ambulance get em, he in the hospital for a couple days
Thirsty to get out, ain't doing shit but building up his rage
He ain't thinking it was gone be that long, cause it was nothing maj, but still got that nigga on his mind though ain't nothing changed
He signed some papers, told him he was getting released
Gave him some medicine, told him to check up every week
Got a ride home, see that boy Dre out there on feet
He like "Oh, he think its sweet?" Call Big Homie, it rang like 3
"Dude out here on feet, where you at right now? I need the heat" (Big Homie) "Shit I'm in the streets. Out here roaming round, but listen G, I hollered at Keef, He told me that shot was meant for me. We riding tonight, let's get to him fore he get to me"
Shorty just a Shorty, he be rapping, he got big dreams
Finna catch a body, that lil nigga only 16
A damn shame, Shorty got some to prove, because he a juvenile, he ain't got nothing to lose
His phone ring, Homie said he in the back. "Did you bring that?" (Big Homie) "You got the 40, I got the Mac."
He bailed out the back, Homie say "Where you say he was at?"
(Shorty) "Dude out there on feet, so right now he easy to catch."
So now they riding, and Shorty ready to kill something, he was off the pill when he got shot, so he ain't feel nothing
Know he tryna prove himself, his adrenaline still pumping
They ain't finna stop him, when he see Dre, man he still dumping
Dre on the corner, he hustling, so he posted up. Seen Big Homie car ride past, so he know wassup
Shorty like "Stop! Its time to pop em. Yeah, that's his ass. Let me hit a block, we gon walk up on him, and whack his ass!"
(Click-Clack)

Uh-Huh
But Dre ain't out there alone, he got his gun. And he ain't finna run, he Blowing, he ain't for nun
Before he knew it, Shorty run up on him, let off two. Dre hit the ground, That made Shorty smile, but he ain't through
He walk up on him, standing over him, watching him bleed
He say "Nigga say please!" and before he said it, he squeezed
Hear sirens coming, Shorty running, he trying to get back. He ain't hear the Mac, He thinking "The fuck is my Homie at?"
Something went wrong, his homie gone. He mad now. So he running, but the police done got on his ass now
He just tried to throw hammer, they watching his every move
They caught him, now his homie and them watching him on the news
His homie left him out there, niggas don't even know. Not only did he leave him, that nigga didn't even blow
Man Shorty just a Shorty, he be rapping, he got big dreams. He just caught a body, that lil nigga only 16
No bail, no mail, he just tryna see the light, now that nigga facing 45 to life. Real Nigga, Wassup!

[Mumbling:]
Shorty got the 40, he ready, he in his glory
He tryna catch a body and tell his homies the story
Shorty got the 40 he ain't playing no games
He tired of niggas calling him shorty, he tryna make a name