Lyrics The Woods - Exsr , Self Provoked , Tha Ynoe

(Where you at when we're all up in your way)
(Where you at when we're all up in your way)
(Where you at when we're all up in your way)
(Where you at when we're all up in your way)

Been around them woods homies on the news
Bitches on the move cases with them boys in blue more weight on Mamas shoes
Papa tired but papa tried cnce he told me lifes a lie
Then we die so cop yourself a Ride or die its worth your life
Dipping fresher than Bel-Air in the hood team is heavy looking like we up to no good
Yet constantly over my shoulders for homies cuz Judas will be there and just when he Should
This world need to pay and I need to get mine revenge is a must if you tryna live right
The place that I'm from said I live or I die so I light up that fire that fire inside
Yall going down my team ain't joke ain't no one teach us the ropes (Uh)
Your girl around at my show more than twice so you know I gotta go all in fuck
Catch me at a Ruckus never running been around the gunning ain't no one that you Stunning on
Your team is weak you bluffing yall bitches the type that no one even trying to fuck with
Cooking that heat like the rock if you know what I smell If you dont know your roll bruh
Even I worry about all the mess that'll be when the next tryna step gotta go bruh
Ey look at me now watch all the fake gather round watch all the spooked run around
Watch me get loud piss on your crown holla back we get down that's how we get down Ey

You can pass the drink, i never sober up
You can pass the mic, you know we blow it up
Feeling lonely? Get that bitch to dome you up
And she rollin' till her mouth is foamin' up
All these crews and posse's, we just roll em up
It reminds me of when we were growin' up
See no competition, no ones showin' up
I'm like Kobe holdin' all my trophies up
We some Tony Soprano's, you better stand back
Pourin' that bottle don't bring the clan back
After my verse you can play the jam back sucka
"Oh, Look at Me Now" cuz we like The Rat Pack sucka
Take a walk on my block and they'll twist yo cap back sucka
Right here poppin' these hoes and they poppin' xanax sucka
We're not givin' a fuck about where ur man at. FUCK EM
Got him throwing a fit and we throwin' hands now sucka
When I'm walking past don't needa act hard
Shatter ALL the glass up on the backboard
When I'm fucking 10's, you're fucking crack whores
When i smell the bacon i'm out the back door
Everybody talks till you pack em out
You already know what this tracks about
Everybody heard, i don't have to shout
Came a spit a verse now I'm cashing out

Better hide that foolish pride
Ride with a few rhyme in the booth
Stressed when I'm fueled quiet in the room
Ya could assume we get the news
We tend to move we will improve
All in the proof
Dawg I'm strategized
I play with their hearts
Play with their ego i pick it apart
In love with the art
Like fucking a painting I'm catching them all
Without all the white and red balls
Like this my assignment i draw
A plan on my wall with ideas that fall
In order to wipe all these copy cat rappers all off
I promise to wipe them all off
They talking all loud like they bout to do something
They bout to do nothing i swear
Read all my books now I'm walking up stairs
Fuck an excuse dawg I'm fully prepared
Look, i don't give a damn who you fucking with
Don't name drop when you around here bitch
I ain't really fucking with no other cliques
The way we move we are opposites
We don't think the same our perspectives are different
You rather talk than just listen
You playing a victim you fucked with the wrong opposition
And now you stay dodging the vision

(Where you at when we're all up in your way)
(Where you at when we're all up in your way)
(Where you at when we're all up in your way)
(Where you at when we're all up in your way)