Elm Street 2

Lord forgive me for my sins, yeah Real nigga shit Stevie on the Ayy, Stevie on the muthafuckin beat bitch Just to be exact, I was born in ninety-seven (ninety-seven) So nigga this not crack, it's heroin But bitch we got the D and C, no Maryland If a bitch drop a dime I'ma line her, no Carolin' Nigga watch, they plot, that wire, they wearin' p***y niggas be McFadden, like Darren Niggas talk 'bout robbin' me and Quanie, I'm hearin' So we ride 'round with these choppers, not caring Lil' nigga ugly but they loving my appearance Lil' nigga outchea really thugging with experience Sixteen, doin' my thing, outchea fucking niggas' parents Sixteen, doin' my thing, probably stuck a niggas' parents RIP Lil Deck, ain't to my left, that ain't right Thinking 'bout you today whoadie, bring my TEC out tonight Let it hiccup, wet his chest up, watch him put up a fight Call up Robbo, he go Rondo when I put up a price Sneaky face, soup eight, HK in my Nikes It's been wreck in the 'jects, had to put up the dice Bitch we posted, hella toasted off them pills with the pipe You can call me baby Kobe, bitch I'm dunking like Mike Yeah yeah, ten nine, holler ten when we slide Eight seven, 'nother nigga on channel eleven Six five, shoot your ass ten times Four three, three deep, four heat Nigga two one, you ain't never shoot none' Snipers on our shit like we deer huntin' Ammo gear hunting, semi-auto, switch buttons I let it hit, talk and spit, that bitch get to fussin' Ooh ooh, Uzi stupid, it shoot two a piece Chopper make him JuJu on the beat I got some hitters that be moving deep That's them niggas that'll jugg and creep Got that MAC with them attachments, that bitch shoot repeat And that bitch got range, I let it shoot from deep (I let it JJ Reddick) Ain't been no sellout, been no fake, I ain't been hard to reach I just do the same shit that niggas do for me Yeah yeah, ten nine, holler ten when we slide Eight seven, 'nother nigga on channel eleven Six five, shoot your ass ten times Four three, three deep, four heat Nigga two one, you ain't never shoot none' Snipers on our shit like we deer huntin' Ammo gear hunting, semi-auto, switch buttons I let it hit, talk and spit, that bitch get to fussin' It's the light man, ya know I'm comin' Ay what's up big money lane Joe and Kobe, eight On my Elm Street shit