Happy Ru Year

Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks

Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks

Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks

Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps

Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year

Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year

Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here

Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year

Happy Ru Year, L gang through the spear

Went straight through his ear, pick 'em straight up on a tear

Sneaky motherfucka, gotta watch blood

Iffy motherfucka 'bout to pop blood

On pops, blood, I got hot slugs

On God, got the plug on the blocks, blood

This shit ain't nothin', blood done pumped up, stuntin'

Been frontin' lil' cuz so much work, blood buggin'

I don't do no pussy footin', I blow smoke on you niggas

Throw coke on you niggas, now y'all some dope niggas

Niggas beg, I don't hit 'em up with somethin' proper

I just laugh, hit 'em up with somethin' proper

I been taught since a youth how to duck 'em and weave 'em

Pray to never trust a bitch, just fuck 'em and leave 'em

Niggas act like this paper just fell in my palms

Like I ain't never scrape up, the gun fell in my palms

Hell nah, I ain't stuntin', blood, I never had nothin'

Servin' counterfeit substance, stackin' up somethin'

Ain't no bluffin', I'm cuffin', if it's slippin', it's me

Ain't no fakin', if it ain't makin' money, miss me

Not your average G, took advantage of things

Then advance into corporate world, managing things

Y'all don't like it, could tell 'cause you ain't so excited

Hope I fall in the hands of the law-indicted

Wishful thinkers, I know you niggas hate me deep

Hopin' that the nigga Chauncey never wake when he blink

But, oh, no, not me, another mornin', I'm free

With my lungs filthy, off the purplest trees

Niggas don't wanna be the big part of the picture

Can't reject, I made it hectic and hard for you niggas

Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks

Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks

Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks

Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps

Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year

Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year

Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here

Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year

Step off the porch like it's an S on my chest

Flesh of my flesh like Dark Man X

Teflon vest and that's just for the pocket, look

Plus I took the same amount of shots that nigga Pac took

Grimey, ski mask but he don't ski

Fuck havin' cameras in the crib, I just want sleep

Tear gas under doors where the dro seep

Tables do turn, now we in the field, four deep

On a mission, with the V-12 hissin'

Clips get to clickin' when my name get mentioned

Cartier frames got blood lookin' nerdy

Try not to scare the hoes, but I'll do a nigga dirty

He wanted smoke, said a lil' red birdie

Now look at 'em, all stiff, obituary all wordy

Had his niggas lined too, but it's bool though

Party in the 'Dena, Big Hit, you a fool, bro

Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks

Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks

Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks

Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps

Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year

Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year

Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here

Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year