Official lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
DMC, 808 God
Fonzie in this motherf*cker

[Chorus]
I would never knock the hustle of another n*gga (I wouldn’t)
Do not try us like we some lames, we not them other n*ggas (we not)
Just a bunch of young rich n*ggas with some dirty pistols (grrah)
Never switched up on the gang, b*tch I been official (what?)
b*tch I been official (what?), b*tch I been official (b*tch)
My n*gga dead and gone, damn, missin' Mike and Pistol (damn)
b*tch I been official (what?), b*tch I been official (what?)
Don’t talk that sh*t 'cause when I see you I’ma press the issue (Domingo)

[Verse 1]
Don’t talk that sh*t 'cause when I see you I’ma press the issue (press)
Don’t talk that sh*t 'cause when I see you I’ma get right with you (what?)
I lost two n*ggas to the bullet, missin' Mike and Pistol (Mike and Pistol)
These chains they hanging 'round my neck, I wear 'em like credentials (ice)
I’m so official, send some n*ggas come and take your life (life)
I’m so official, jail ain’t nothing but a sacrifice (sacrifice)
He was a gangster till I seen him, now he telling lies (what?)
He fear this pistol in his face, I see it in his eyes (blat)
My n*ggas with it (we with it), we with it (we with it)
You know we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
Know we official (what?)
They hate us (hate us), you know they doubted (damn)
We pulling up in Bentley trucks, lil b*tch you know they mounted (skrrt)
We came from kicking doors to meetings at the top of mountains (straight)
Now we official, these n*ggas they start to hate on us (they hate)
I mix the xan with the molly, she call it pixie dust (she geekin')
I brought the strap in the party, no you can’t handle us (they can’t)
Sit back and look what we started, we too official bruh

[Chorus]
I would never knock the hustle of another n*gga (I wouldn’t)
Do not try us like we some lames, we not them other n*ggas (we not)
Just a bunch of young rich n*ggas with some dirty pistols (grrah)
Never switched up on the gang, b*tch I been official (what?)
b*tch I been official (what?), b*tch I been official (b*tch)
My n*gga dead and gone, damn, missin' Mike and Pistol (damn)
b*tch I been official (what?), b*tch I been official (what?)
Don’t talk that sh*t 'cause when I see you I’ma press the issue

[Verse 2]
I would never stop the hustle of another n*gga (I wouldn’t)
Tell him go get his paper, make sure your bag get bigger (go get it)
Make sure you get some protection, be ready to pull the trigger (be ready)
These n*ggas watching and hating, make sure you hang with killers (grrrr)
My brothers made it, on god, that’s why now we so official (what?)
I lost some brothers, I swear we do it for Mike and Pistol (RIP)
We solving problems for any n*gga that’s having issues (rrrah)
The bag got large, I swear we started when that b*tch was little (huh)

[Chorus]
I would never knock the hustle of another n*gga (I wouldn’t)
Do not try us like we some lames, we not them other n*ggas (we not)
Just a bunch of young rich n*ggas with some dirty pistols (grrah)
Never switched up on the gang, b*tch I been official (what?)
b*tch I been official (what?), b*tch I been official (b*tch)
My n*gga dead and gone, damn, missin' Mike and Pistol (damn)
b*tch I been official (what?), b*tch I been official (what?)
Don’t talk that sh*t 'cause when I see you I’ma press the issue