[Intro: Husalah]
I been shootin' baby (shootin' baby)
I'm goin' down, 'cause n*gga I'm feelin' crazy
I'm movin' out, this is what it sounds like, gotta get paper baby
I'm goin' down, 'cause lately I been feelin' crazy
[Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo, yo, yo
Husalah I'm from the era of terror
Where the young n*ggas sniff white
Dip through late night and take a life
Fist fights'll get ya hype, then the clip'll light
It's kryptonite 'cause even Superman can lay stiff tonight
And I'm Lex n*gga, out my mind crazy
Skitzo, I think every n*gga out to play me
So I'm dippin' zany, wit' the achy casey's
Geese and Maney, the first of them 80's babies
And I just wanna move that good ol' crack
I'm headed 'round in the sweat, shoot, shoot at that
The 4-5 lama eat ya duke shoot up black
So stay back 'cause my J-cats spray MAC's
Cook up crack and push packs late night
Movin' up n*gga, blood on that base pipe
I live life on a razor, maintainin' wit' my same n*ggas
Stayin' away from lames, I lost some of my main n*ggas
So I c*ck back and clap, clap at the same n*ggas
f*ck shootin' in the sky, n*gga we aim
And when my thang gets hangin' out the window
n*ggas won't make it, charge the sh*t to the game
So every time I look up man, the fiends lookin' for the cook up man
On the backstreets cooked up grams
And the hooked up man, is 'posed to hook up fans
But n*ggas ain't tryna hook the young crook up man
So I hooked up wit' man's water lick on a cook up man
Came through and we cooked that man
Now they sayin' who the f*ck hook Hus up, damn
A n*gga havin' more money than the cook up man
Yeah the crook up man, and my plan is to hook up fam
But it ain't that many daps and shook up hands
Just shook up fags walkin' around plottin' on the cook up man, me
[Chorus: Husalah]
I'm goin' down, 'cause n*gga I'm feelin' crazy
I'm movin' out, this is what it sounds like, gotta get paper baby
I'm goin' down, 'cause lately I been feelin' crazy
I'm goin' down, 'cause lately I been feelin' crazy
I'm goin' down
[Verse 2: San Quinn]
Mournin' a couple of bars
Own a couple of scars
I'm holdin' on to bullets, break a couple of jaws
We don't f*ck wit' the law, they get no info
n*ggas on some real sh*t, you know what you in for?
Stack a hundred racks to hide for rainy days
Remy abuser, nose dirty in the crannies
Really the shooter, I need to be
First rule to guerrilla warfare is secrecy
Get penny, you can't control the drug trade
Do you, I learned that at a young age
They caught cases, I caught 'em on they way
From the pondo, served 'em cream, all yay'
n*ggas needed bricks, I had the ese's locked
AK's c*cked, respect the man that owned the spot
Understand it, recognize it, abide by it
Fool wit' Quin', advise you, don’t' try it
[Chorus: Husalah]
I'm goin' down, 'cause n*gga I'm feelin' crazy
I'm movin' out, this is what it sounds like, gotta get paper baby
I'm goin' down, 'cause lately I been feelin' crazy
I'm goin' down, 'cause lately I been feelin' crazy
I'm goin' down