Pick One lyrics

[Produced By DP Beats GGP]

[Hook]
Remember posted on the block ready for the war
Running up in houses, straight kickin doors
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indiana toting big guns
When I come through, Hut! attention
n*ggas full of hate they full of tension
Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns
Dead or in jail n*gga pick one

[Verse 1]
Your drawers got lint on it, talking money I been on ya
Don't make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51
I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61
You don't even smoke that 87, you be smokin' that sh*tty stuff
I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93
Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me
Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me
I don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak
You got 15 for a V sh*t that's aight with me
But I gotta call you back cause your first price was beat
On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed
Let an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey things
[Hook]
Remember posted on the block ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indian toting big guns
When I come through, Hut! attention
n*ggas full of hate they full of tension
Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns
Dead or in jail n*gga pick one

[Verse 2]
Dead or in jail n*gga pick one
Heaven or in hell a n*gga in one
I don't play ball I cross the AND1
Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point
I'm rolling up backwoods f*ck your damn joint
I don't like them swishers they don't feel right
You feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel like
I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right
I'm riding with that missile I won't miss you, I'm gonna hit you
Wassup to the bay, wassup South Central
Wassup to L.A, I'm some Chiraq ass n*gga
I still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistol

[Hook]
Remember posted on the block ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indian toting big guns
When I come through, Hut! attention
n*ggas full of hate they full of tension
Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns
Dead or in jail n*gga pick one