Striker - Prince Dre

We got choppers, F&N, Glocks, got the city hot

Them killers and 'em strikers bend they block

Bitch, we switchin' cars

Trappin', had to get it out the mud, I don’t do no fraud

I be switchin' lanes interstate, foenem on the block

Where we got the P’s for the low, ho?

Bitch, I’m in go mode

Glizzy got the .50, swigin' around just like a yo-yo

Ghost when them killers come around, you better get low

Bitch, I’m from that 64, we don’t let shit slide, huh

Ayy, what happened to 'em?

That lil' nigga died, huh

Look what that cappin' get to you, snt up to the sky, huh

All that yappin' get you clapped up

Whn 'em bullets hit 'em wrap up

Got the police callin' backup, it’s a tragedy

I’m 'bout to make 'em mad at me

Ayy, we turnt up for them members

Free them niggas, know they hate it, how it gotta be

My block, they ride for me, ayy, foenem on that line

When it’s time, leave a pussy nigga R.I.P

Fill up the Glock with R.I.P's, ayy

When we creep, better no sneeze

We gon' leave ya on that ground

On that pavement, they gon' see ya

In that blood, ayy, got it out the mud, ayy

Bitch, I be with thugs, killers, robbers

You can’t run from shottas

Ha, they gon' spot ya, chase 'em down, make 'em holler

Put 'em on the spot news, check 'em off, another one

We gon' bend again, spin around for another one