Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Bunny Rabbit Insane
Uh, Big Fin Ball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's here (Uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
(Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah
Kane train baby
(One, two, new flow, check it out)
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Pablo met me in the valley, dropped a whole off in Winnetka
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
I didn't wanna speak on this shit, but it's really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I fuck with this rap, but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than bitch, golf ball holes in this shit
Big Finball in this bitch
That's when Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down
For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Gangland shit
Fuck around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique
Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch?
Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch
I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight
But a nigga never claim that bitch
I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof
Fuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through
I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this shit get political
Hit the john, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon, and I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this shit get political
Rock it up then blade that shit
Dog food, nigga slang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Nigga might get gangland hit
That "East Side Insane" ass shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Fuck nigga
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Yo
Yo, I just like to say, you know?
My man Kane smoked niggas, you know?
But it's good to be original when you diss somebody
Don't use somebody else's shit