Outro

[Verse:] STL, till the death of me I got more stripes than referee Nigga think about testing me We can get it bustin' like ecstasy Ain't no bitch up in my heart Ain't no hoes up in my squad I love my shooters from the S I love my killers from the MOB And my lil hitters from TW They give you the blues Give that 30 to Lil Bubba and he don't play by no rules But folks been tryna catch a body Catch you lackin' going to school Still talking? Bitch we never snitch That’s something we don’t do And I’m screaming free them guys Till they let them niggas home Free Lil Mikey, Brick and Justo, yeah, they'll get you gone Screaming free the fucking guys until they let my niggas home Free PeeWee C Fall fifty shots and go To real niggas that’s real And will kill a nigga anywhere They'll change a nigga like a spare Tookaville on the map Run up on me, you a fool There’s nine times outta ten, yeah I got that move Poppin by the hood bitch You know I keep that tool And shout out to my hitters on the duece My niggas catchin bodies Bitch we win and never lose And shout out to K.I. - she put a couple niggas on the news Off the zans and the drink, yea bitch I’m so high Lots of feathers on the plane, yea bitch I’m so fly And I’m still die R for both sides If I catch a young dummy I swear to God he gonna die I do this shit for real I’m trying to check a mil without without a deal You betta open your eyes, this shit for real No lackin, don't get your ass killed If you come outside with no steel lackin', you gonna get your ass drilled My niggas never fold, never squeal We get locked up, then we making bail Free the guys that's locked down in them cells And RIP my fallen soldiers that got killed