Hit a Nigga Back - Horseshoe Gang

You know, my mama live in a million dollar Home and my sister, she still in high school She just got suspended for fighting two White boys when they called her a nigga You know, we— I thought we— shit Got away from this shit going on in the Inner city, you know, for a better life My first time getting arrested or any encounter with, like The police and shit was when I was 12 years old, so that mean They branded us early on for this shit It's kind of designed for failure, you know They want us to be labeled as just "nigga" Still a nigga, just a nigga Dropped straight out of high school like the rest them niggas So I became a statistic way before I got I got digits Ain't nobody think a million was realistic I was out trippin' on some shit, I coulda missed it Couldn't imagine life without my moms or lil' sister Still said my goodbyes and hit the streets and start riskin' it again Back out throwing rocks at penetentiaries again Violence been the answer in my city since a kid Sayin' that to explain some of the silly shit I did But I'm just a nigga, what I'm 'posed to do? Usually the one who hurt you mostly close to you Reason why they say don't let nobody close to you Just some niggas, got nobody 'cept for who we closest to Jigga said we still nigga, and I'm just a nigga But we real niggas, so respect a nigga I'm a restless nigga, gettin' a check, nigga Ballin' with my dawg, I'm like, "Check, nigga" And I'm like ballin' on y'all, Spaldin' Foreign all small and I'm tall, gotta crawl in When I got paper, thought less of niggas, how you want me to Runnin' problems, they don't never solve 'em, always want me to Yes, I'm ballin', it's true and it's always over loot Don't wanna slay my own kind 'cause I'm gon' walk in and shoot Bless a nigga, I'll stretch a nigga, now it's less a nigga Well-invested but detectives still wanna arrest a nigga And it's tatted in my skin, I'm still a Essex nigga All the shit I did was mostly sins, I wasn't supposed to win Hundred bottles floatin', all endorsed, propose a toast again All the niggas really love me genuine, supposed to grin Security some bitches, the promoter got my toasters in Now we at the top I'm like, "Damn" If I had to, I'd still'll do that shit again Niggas be like me but I'll never be like them I was in the trenches, no deliverance, amen Opps be on my dick more than my bitches 'cause they fans Let me see who real niggas by a show of hands Manipulate your soldiers, made them violent for a band You don't really love 'em, had 'em wildin' for a band But you got on them new Balenciagas for a band Love to do each other like we mobbin' for the clan For the right dollar amount and he'll slime his own man In interrogations I was patient for the silence of the clan Even though I know a killer like The Silence of the Lambs

Would you, ooh? Would you, ooh? Hey, I know this might sound weird to say But would you love me if I ran away? (Away) I know you probably think I'm insane Ain't nothin' change but the pocket change (Pocket change) I know they gotta feel my pain (Feel it) I make them birds Lauryn Hill sang (Brr) And everywhere I go they know my name (And what you claim?) 'Cause I be reppin' gang gang (Gang gang) Posted with the gang gang (Gang gang) Pull up with the gang gang (Gang gang) Suit up with the gang gang (Gang gang) I be reppin' gang gang (Gang gang) I shoot with the gang gang (Gang gang) Bang with the gang gang (Gang gang) Ride out with the gang gang (Gang gang) Always rep' the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Whole lotta gang shit ay, gang, gang, gang, yeah She froze up when that ghost came (Ghost came) Big body rolls, it be hoggin' up both lanes (Both lanes) She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine (Cocaine) I lift my doors up the Lambo', take propane (Propane) After my show we put hoes in the chokehold (Chokehold) At the door, we take cell phones, no photos Money comin' in too much I can't hold, truckload I'm hot, I can't be trappin' in the streets, that what the plug for And all I want is nachos And all I want is Huncho (Huncho) Pulls strings like a banjo (Banjo) And the keys a piano (Piano) Take me back to the back door (Back door) I can see my foot on a door knob Make it back to the gang, that's the whole job Chop it up and just talk about what we got (Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?) Whippin' that Draco (Cold, brr) She said she love me But that's somethin' we'll never know (Never know) Honestly, that's somethin' I really wanna know (Wanna know) Ain't tryna waste my time, it's time to let you go (Let you go) And get back to that back end on the road I can't go out sad about a hoe (Hell no) Married to the money, I propose Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Suit up with the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang I be reppin' gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Hit her with that gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Always reppin' gang gang