Death Row lyrics

[Chorus]
I got the Glock's upstairs
I put the pill presser downstairs
I got the junkies down the street scared
'Cause one tried to steal, I shot 'em in the head
I set up shop anywhere, I let it pop anywhere
Sneak dissin' your n*ggas, you weird
Shout out the DJ, they know we in here
b*tch, I blow a whole hunnid
I got them hoes runnin'
These b*tches must know somethin'
Damn, they actin' too funny
We known for shootin' sh*t
You known for losin' sh*t
I cross a f*ck n*gga out like the crucifix
Put on my [?]
b*tch, I swear I ain't new to this
b*tch, I'm a thug to the heart, death row, I run over sh*t

[Verse 1]
Just like a fish, I'm 'bout to cash you
I'm still stickin' di*k in all of my ex's
They mad that I'm rich and still makin' extra (Ha)
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, I swear she so extra
Hit from the back, hear her screamin' with pleasure
Rich Shooters the label, they mad that we better
If you sleep wit' them bricks, you get tied down
Six sticks, me and bro, we just ride 'round
Who is you? I'm that n*gga in my town
Make a call and start shootin' sh*t right now
You told the police, you a teller
I sold 'em a brick, I'ma seller
Spend a bag
No, these not no Maison Margiela's
[Chorus]
I got the Glock's upstairs
I put the pill presser downstairs
I got the junkies down the street scared
'Cause one tried to steal, I shot 'em in the head
I set up shop anywhere, I let it pop anywhere
Sneak dissin' your n*ggas, you weird
Shout out the DJ, they know we in here
b*tch, I blow a whole hunnid
I got them hoes runnin'
These b*tches must know somethin'
Damn, they actin' too funny
We known for shootin' sh*t
You known for losin' sh*t
I cross a f*ck n*gga out like the crucifix
Put on my [?]
b*tch, I swear I ain't new to this
b*tch, I'm a thug to the heart, death row, I run over sh*t

[Verse 2]
I caught a opp, it was him and his kids
He was like "Q, I ain't know sh*t"
Got caught with a Glock, I went into the bin
Came home, damn, n*gga made Forbes list
Fresh load but I still need more bricks
Heart of gold but I still don't trust sh*t
n*gga [?] try pull up, we buss sh*t
[?] pick 'em up [?] tryna rush 'em
I got these choppers from Russia, they ill
I got my shooter, do custom, he kill
If she put them pills on her-, she real
Bro [?], so we splittin' the bill
I let her roll, I let her roll
Shawty's caught on the heel
And you never know that they really a snake 'til you cap and try steal
[Chorus]
I got the Glock's upstairs
I put the pill presser downstairs
I got the junkies down the street scared
'Cause one tried to steal, I shot 'em in the head
I set up shop anywhere, I let it pop anywhere
Sneak dissin' your n*ggas, you weird
Shout out the DJ, they know we in here
b*tch, I blow a whole hunnid
I got them hoes runnin'
These b*tches must know somethin'
Damn, they actin' too funny
We known for shootin' sh*t
You known for losin' sh*t
I cross a f*ck n*gga out like the crucifix
Put on my [?]
b*tch, I swear I ain't new to this
b*tch, I'm a thug to the heart, death row, I run over sh*t