What you know about hopping the fences?
What you know about dodging offenses?
What you know about being a solider
And holding your own in the opposite trenches?
What you know about hopping the fences?
What you know about dodging offenses?
What you know about being a solider
And holding your own in the opposite trenches?
I only chef ill with the hitters I started with
The hitters that have me till death
Leaving a mark on the opp and we're charging
And if we get cuffed from the cops, no regrets
'Cause don't talk to me about work, boy
'Cause don't talk to me about beef
I've done dreadful days with my brothers
I've done left a opp on the streets
Feds come question me about cases
But 'round here my team they don't sing