95 Bulls (feat. King Von)

Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah

I miss my nigga, weren't right when he die

They gotta feel it just like we cried

All black, on a mission at night, we slide

Them niggas bitches, why would we hide?

We like the Bulls in '95

Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs

If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried

One day, I might be fine

Gotta use your head in this life to survive

My intuition was right each time

This street shit get exhaustin'

Prolly the reason that it look like we tired

Too many tears and coffins

When that switch hit him, he couldn't fight, but he tried

Bad news, it was often

Been through some shit now, say I'm good, then I might be lyin'

When our mamas was raisin' us

They ain't think we would grow up tryna be no damn killers

Bad-ass lil' boy, ain't never listen

Them beatings just made his head bigger

Where I'm from, it's kill or be killed

When you drop outta school, still keep your lead with ya

It's my fault when we lose, that's just the price of bein' a breadwinner

I could talk on my shit when I mention the opps, but I no longer speak on dead niggas

Four members and four pistols in this car, we gon' hop out and squeeze on e'ry trigger

She a freak when I be in the bed with her, now I understand why he so damn tender

I can't fuck with a nigga that always act like a bitch, he must be a transgender

If you really clap shit, we applaud that

Top of his head, we don't aim where the arm at

Get out the field if you ain't ready for contact

Finish him, get over here, Mortal Kombat

Why the opps keep droppin' this weak-ass disses?

Guess they expect me to respond back

Everything be harder for us in the trenches

Against us, all the odds stack

Put the gun down (stop it)

You'll get gunned down (boom)

Need a blunt to calm down

Pop me a pill, finna have me some fun now (huh?)

Mama told me I need to slow the fuck down (slow down)

Next week, I was on the run now (damn, damn)

12 pulled up, ran right in her house (skrrt)

Step-pop said, "Boy, just get out" (get out)

I was outside, I ain't never sit down (nah)

You the type gotta pay to get down

Only had beef with like one to two clowns

Shit changed, now I got a list now

Check the list out, check the shit out (oh)

He in love, I'll check this bitch out

Killers fuck with killers, I get discounts

Killed a nigga, then I flew his bitch out

Boy, I don't know you (boy, I don't know you)

On the block, it was hot outside

Me, BJ and Duke (me, BJ and Duke)

So you know we got the Glocks outside

Tell him pull up and shoot, uh

Better pull up with a few, uh

Or get stuck like glue, uh

O'Block be the zoo, shoot, look (uh)

Yeah, I miss my nigga, weren't right when he die

They gotta feel it just like we cried

All black, on a mission at night, we slide

Them niggas bitches, why would we hide?

We like the Bulls in '95

Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs

If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried

One day, I might be fine

Gotta use your head in this life to survive

My intuition was right each time

This street shit get exhaustin'

Prolly the reason that it look like we tired

Too many tears and coffins

When that switch hit him, he couldn't fight, but he tried

Bad news, it was often

Been through some shit now, say I'm good, then I might be lyin'