Lyrics Raul900 - Moonie900

Them young niggas from that corner but they made now
That was really chump change to what we make now
Now we put them blue bands in they face now
Them same niggas used to hate they got they face down

A zip of corn and that 380 was my starter kit
I'm rocking wit the same niggas that I started wit
Aint penny pinching on no dollar I need all of it
I'm making sure me and my brothers never starve for shit
Boomba clat pussy boy bet not play round
Cuz we gon hop out on your block let off some K rounds
You gon rob who you gon shoot what
Watch what you say now
Play wit my rasta boys you can die any day now

You know it's 9700 that's my playground
We really got it out the mud we had to stay down
I'm talking straight buss down off the whole pound
Tryna intercept that pack might get a whole round
You know it's 900 ways to get paid in that street
Now dem bitches go for Pippen you get one for 33
You say you walking down that lane but you aint heard of 9 or me
I can count up bout ten but I came from dimes a piece

If that nigga say it's up then we gon stretch him
Catch him lacking we gon bless him
Call it in 187 when we catch him
No need to put him on the stretcher
100 rounds from the choppa knock a broke nigga out his Skechers
9700 taught me how to apply that pressure

Them young niggas from that corner but they made now
That was really chump change to what we make now
Now we put them blue bands in they face now
Them same niggas used to hate they got they face down

A zip of corn and that 380 was my starter kit
I'm rocking wit the same niggas that I started wit
Aint penny pinching on no dollar I need all of it
I'm making sure me and my brothers never starve for shit
Boomba clat pussy boy bet not play round
Cuz we gon hop out on your block let off some K rounds
You gon rob who you gon shoot what
Watch what you say now
Play wit my rasta boys you can die any day now

I got this shit out the mud I had to get it in
The only way I get love is through these benjamins
You gotta watch who you trust they ain't really yo friends
They play the field like they love you set you up in the end
Don't let em know yo next move just play it kosher
Keep it gangsta like you posed to
Be observant don't let em get any closer
Go head and apply that pressure young nigga and don't let up until it's over
Show these pussy boys my mama bred a soulja

Them young niggas from that corner but they made now
That was really chump change to what we make now
Now we put them blue bands in they face now
Them same niggas used to hate they got they face down

A zip of corn and that 380 was my starter kit
I'm rocking wit the same niggas that I started wit
Aint penny pinching on no dollar I need all of it
I'm making sure me and my brothers never starve for shit
Boomba clat pussy boy bet not play round
Cuz we gon hop out on your block let off some K rounds
You gon rob who you gon shoot what
Watch what you say now
Play wit my rasta boys you can die any day now