Jumpoff E

Yo Gotti, How street is that? Man. T. H. O. We gon' keep it Real G'd up. All hood. Fuck these bitch ass niggas. Bang on the streets. Ay cuz, drop me something. My block raised me crazy, I'm lazy. Niggas try and blaze me, hate me 'cause they Ain't me. And me and bro, we so gangsta, Ain't we? Microphone menace, riding on gimmicks. Baritone in the battle zone, grab the chrome off My backbone and commence to get my jack on. Y'all jack off niggas, wack off niggas. Spit wack and off, get whacked and off. Act big and hard, but in all actuality, These niggas is compact and soft in reality. Ayo, my raw dog mentality similar to Adolf when My gremlins take off. Perimeter caged off, parameters sealed shut. Primitive cave dogs with hammers to kill mutts. And when the cannon spill guts, you can't seal 'em up. Niggas who can't stand us, my camp Kill up. You see this Hennessy bottle on my Lap, that's my jump off. Homies on my side down to ride, that's my Jump off. And I stay high all the time 'cause that's a jump off. When I hit your block, make you feel like I dumped off. T. H. O. And Young Sko, that's the jump off. DPG family, that's the jump off. And I'm on the grind all the time 'cause That's my jump off. When I hit your block, Make you feel like I dumped It go you Grind, I grind, same place around the way. In the hood, on the block, around the fiends And the jakes. You grind, same place, Different state. On the stoop, on the corner, in The back alleyways. It go you grind, I grind, Same place on the watch, on the clock, moving Stock, never stop getting paid. Go you grind, I grind, your grind, My grind are different but the same. I'm addicted to the game. Now I'm insane, sick in the head since fifth Grade. Spit lead while you was pissing in your Bed. It's time to get paid. Get blazed, get faded, puffing smoke in love with The dope. Hustling flow 'til I'm living like a Hustler. Now I'm post smacking Joe Jackson, Quick hands, close snatching. Toe tagging, it's over, no rap, close the casket. Never sober, I'm a cold addict. Never grow up, holding the hatchet over. You know what it is. You see this Hennessy Bottle on my lap, that's my jump off. Homies on my side down to ride, that's my Jump off. And I stay high all the time 'cause that's a jump off. When I hit your block, make you feel like I dumped off. T. H. O. And Young Sko, that's the jump off. DPG family, that's the jump off. And I'm on the grind all the time 'cause That's my jump off. When I hit your block, Make you feel like I dumped off. Yo, for all believers, it's T. H. O. And Young Sko the meanest. And Gotti's heated, ready to release the Millimeters. This is South Philly speaking, Here to kill the beefing. With a team of Gorillas squeezing until your grill is leaking. I'm still conceited, I'm scheming until I'm eating. In Cali weeded, I'm breathing the bombers green in The region. I write assault and spit homicide. Asking me to stop's like asking a Muslim to Skip Ramadan. In the booth I'm hot, You all fold. Get your skull more screwed and Chopped than Paul Wall. We invincible, yeah you know the initials. T. H. O. and DPG, it's official. I'm the hood animal, I supply the pistols. I'm original, Hannibal, fry the crystals. Serve 'em out the back of the Impala, war Carnivore. Poetry connoisseur, piranha, Rock bottom. You see this Hennessy bottle on my Lap, that's my jump off. Homies on my side down to ride, that's my Jump off. And I stay high all the time 'cause that's a jump off. When I hit your Block, make you feel like I dumped off. T. H. O. and Young Sko, that's The jump off. DPG family, that's the jump off. And I'm on the grind all the time 'cause That's my jump off. When I hit your block, Make you feel like I dumped off. It's just another cool night in Los Angeles. Might as well roll by the hood and just Ride. My nigga, we big as the ocean, Motherfucker. It's Corrupt, bitch. Smashing on bustas. That's our New Year's resolution. Boston, Bang on these niggas. Biatch.