Don't Panic

[Verse 1] Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga Lump Me and Gunna, 9th innin', just beat a life sentence Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face While your wife stick a knife in your kidney Bitch I'm goin' crazy, going out gangsta 9 milli's slangin', Telly Hankton MAC-11 rangin', jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks 40-50 shots, I'mma clean a nigga clock Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out Pussy better not cry now Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye No police up in the business when you get the shot and miss it 50 niggas from New Orleans come and terrorize the city [Hook] What's happenin'? Don't panic, don't panic 'Bout to... get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel nigga showed off Couldn't use your brain, now you gotta get 'em blowed out Dog, get a call, everything for the scram Don't panic, don't panic Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind Naw I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine Defending what I love, I got murder on mine Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind Naw I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine Defending what I love, I got murder on mine [Verse 2] Team strong as a bitch, layin' law down Everything feel the business, lay 'em all down Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out This what war 'bout, nigga, fuck that Meek men is Gunna and Boobie, we already died twice God in my heart when I gave back life I was coolin', I was tryna live a laid back life Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave Real street nigga, no pen to the page And I will beef with you anywhere, any place Lil' ugly ass bitch better fall back Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat Brasi the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't mind doin' time, I'ma doin' time vet Hustle in the jailhouse, Bread Winner vet BWA, this is not BMF Everything around me convicted already Pull my clique together, built it from the inside Penitentiary rules in effect You lil' boys go to jail but you don't know how to fight? Ain't no guns back here, don't know how to make a knife? Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang I done seen it go bad on the chain gang Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga Seen a nigga on a visit huggin' on his wife Get back to the cell, he another nigga wife Everyone that say salamu alaykum ain't your brother Come to my respect, I'mma die over nothing [Hook]