The Wire lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Taivo, that sh*t go hard)
(Ayy, Woodz)

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
They tryna give my n*gga life, sh*t, I just gave the lawyer ten
No pot to p*ss in, now I'm the sh*t, a n*gga playin' with them bands
I do it off the love, feel like my n*gga life inside my hands
Can't let him sit, he called me from the jail, said, "Bro, I got a plan"
What they going for? Get three P's and send 'em to my mans
Just power up, don't never go back down, just thank me in advance
If I fall, you gotta catch my slack, the ball inside your hands
Just keep it street, don't talk to no police 'cause that'll get you blammed, uh
n*ggas show they b*tch-made, I can't really vibe with 'em
'Til the death, I'm 6K, my Ku n*ggas, I ride with 'em
Screamin', "f*ck the other side" 'cause everybody can die with 'em
Pull up with that Hellcat and he gon' need a hospital
Big Glock, four-nick' with a di*k'll make a gangster n*gga tick-tock
I be with the sh*ts, I bang the stick and make his sh*t lock
b*tch n*ggas get smashed on the 'Gram tryna be Chris Rock
Hit him in his head with that fire and watch his sh*t drop

[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
Been on 'Wock for about a week now (About a week now), still taste Tris (Still taste Tris)
She been eatin' c*ck for about a week (About a week), bet the b*tch still taste di*k (Uh)
Them n*ggas ain't stepping on it good enough, they still taste fent' (They ain't took that sh*t)
Ain't gotta kill him, he might take a Perc' and die from the b*tch (And die from the b*tch)
It go five, four, blitz, no, I ain't talking 'bout no hits (No, I ain't talking 'bout no)
Gotta play it smooth, you know five-oh listen to my sh*t (Five-oh listen to my sh*t)
Bruh say he cool, he gon' sit, he want me to focus on this (Focus on other sh*t)
And I know long as that n*gga breathing, he gon' be a loafin' b*tch (He gon' be a loafin')
Okay, my head a gold trophy, get this token and you rich (And you rich)
My n*ggas still got cases open, we just hopin' they dismissed (Hopin' they dismissed)
Don't compare me to them n*ggas, I ain't that and they ain't this (I ain't that and they ain't)
Real Evergreen baby, ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick (Ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick)
Don't think I'm slippin', but I'm mad 'cause them crackers took my stick (Them crackers took my)
This year alone, I spent a bag and they keep takin' all my sh*t (They keep takin' all my)
Number one on they list, I ain't braggin', b*tch, I'm p*ssed (I ain't bragging, b*tch, I'm)
They mad a street n*gga havin', feel like Boosie and Savage back in '06 ('06)
This n*gga I'm with, he don't miss (No), ayy, f*ck the chance, we take the risk (Take the risk)
Seen pots and pans make a brick, I seen my mans take his lick (Seen my mans take his)
Spent 'bout a band on this kit, two hundred for the extra clips (Two hundred for)
The pints cheap, we take a trip (We take a trip), the ice sweet, take a sip (Ayy, take a sip)
I might be on a pill, youngin shoot like Spike Lee behind the film (Spike Lee)
Say he a ghost, you barely see him, he like me on the real (He like me)
That's like Leek on a drill, ayy, what's the tab? I pay the bill (I pay the bill)
Wonder what God say when He hear n*ggas pray before they kill (When n*ggas pray before)