Dedicated

I grew up in Roxbury Where the street life gets colder Looking up to niggas who was older Never wanna hear from my Moms yo I told ya You get locked or caught I'mma let them hold ya I wanna be a soldier Kicking with the crew that's about getting over Now I'm always high, I can't stay sober School the fools and put work in a folder Cause gats we pack, had Range like a Rover Hit up your crew cause we owed you You wanna cry find another shoulder My block mould ya Without no sympathy I wish the worst death, on my enemy You were sending me bad vibes when I stepped in the spot Wasn't heated you was hot Yeah we fought but I ain't forgot I be on like the news So don't snooze stuck in your jewels And stay on your Ps and Qs And walk a straight line And watch your back nigga Cause I'll be watching mine [Hook] "To all the killers and the 100 dollar billers" The ism bump slangers, and all the gang bangers "To all the killers and the 100 dollar billers" Chumps who wanna dead us, and all the money getters Round my way it's just drugs and thugs And drunks who bugs But when I come around I'm giving pounds and hugs Remembering my niggas that was shot by slugs When kids came around and let out like clubs Today you can play both sides of the fence Looking out for hoopdies with tints Kids with no sense My man sells straps Nobody's no prince Cause Judas can't leave evidence The new block That the niggas is stationed to They be pumping right across from station two Facing you, racin' pacing true Scream "Five" when you hear the jakes coming through My man got shanked, his face turned blue Over a trick stanked, and did the whole crew You, can't trust nobody Cause too many niggas got shotties Up in house parties Down to catch bodies And pressing hood-rat hotties Take precautions in the ghettos up in Boston is all [Hook] I know a lot of young G's that get cheese And kill ya more than bees Make ya plead please, buckle ya knees No sleep no z's, Oz's and keys We leaves in trees True dogs watch out for dog catchers And all flees It's from overseas in quantities In ghetto communities Then we all can make Gs And get it straight, and pump weight Spread the dollar round like paint You think that nigga ain't Out to get rich, see notes and hit tricks Be fly in all gear Push a fat whip, you trip If you wanna, appear for the slaughter Take a dive without water Tryn'a be harder than you oughta You think you comin' iller But this be dedicated to you killers and you hundred dollar billers [Hook x2] [Cut/scratched by DJ Nestle] "To all the killers and the 100 dollar billers"