Lyrics Problems - King Von , Only The Family

Aight this round 2 right here
Or you could say 2.5
But this that Get Back Gang
Ya feel me

Now who tryna fuck around
Fuck with us & get fucked around
Headshots if you ducking down
Then we shoot at the fuckin ground
See folks gon' be killing shit
Wipe the target and the witnesses
We don't believe in no half done
We start sum then we finish it
If its beef then we gotta cook it
Killin niggas a hobby to me
I got shortie, thats loyal, them boy catching bodies for me

See niggas be flauding
Like they want some problems
But that ain't no problem
My niggas they starving
Them niggas they monsters
Wit' the glizzies they monsters
You acting retarded
Them pistols be sparkin (They do)
Ain't talking revolvers
Spot Em I got em (I got em)
I gotta problem I solve it
I take em out like the garbage

See they catchin bodies for me me (they is)
They catchin bodies for me me (my kids)
They catchin bodies for me me (my soul)
Do not get bodied for me (Bitch!)

Bitch all I know is the hard way (For real)
Any action we part take (we do)
Well protected like All State (for real)
We got choppas like Harley (we do)
Might shoot up the party
Then we chillin in hallways
Hit that nigga in the back of his head
Leave his dreads like a bald fade
Shots fired niggas panickin
Bodies droppin, niggas scrambling (get outta there)
Leave em stiff like a manikin
No need for an ambulance (Aaahhh)
Free Zoo, we all gorillas (For real)
We be shootin at all the killers (we do)
And my killas we all familiar (they is)
You get killed if you not familiar
Out the way when we come through (move)
Still in the way, then we slump you
Hockey sticks and the drums too
Choppa sound like a drum too
All I know is murk niggas
We be coming like the purge nigga
Tweak in the streets then yo ass get
Left on the curb nigga (Fuck you thought)

See niggas be flauding
Like they want some problems
But that ain't no problem
My niggas they starving
Them niggas they monsters
Wit the glizzies they monsters
You acting retarded (for real)
Them pistols be sparkin (get killed)
Ain't talking revolvers
Spot Em I got em
I gotta problem I solve it
I take em out like the garbage

See they catchin bodies for me, me (they is)
They catchin bodies for me, me (they is)
They catchin bodies for me, me (my shorties)
They catchin bodies for me, me (my kids)
Do not get bodied for me, me
Do not get bodied for me, me (please, for real)
Do not get bodied for me (please)
Cuz they catchin bodies for me (they is)

Do or die, do or die nigga
Who gon ride, who got ride nigga
Tell the truth, don't lie nigga
Homicide at your side nigga
Reading you them lines nigga
You better lie nigga
Cause if they trick, You gon die nigga
For real, for real
Shoot to kill
For real, for real