Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ TF, Traffic Album: Blank Face LP Song: Tookie Knows II Typed by: Cedmaster3K [ScHoolboy Q] Uhh, we might die for this shit nigga Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, niggas said cuz in the first grade In the shade where the cops can't see us, eighteen tryna dodge the cage It was cool 'til that gang sweep, now I'm in back of a van and my wrists got a band Got a number for a name, no name on the visit, no card get accepted now I'm forced to a man Murder raps, where you from? Put the nigga on his pockets, watch the COs, they be watchin' Countin' noodles for the hustle, county spread for the muscle, couple marks on my knuckles Puttin' niggas on bunk status, shoulda been with the bitch ass Now he on a mattress that we bench press, PC get the Fruit Loop, keep tellin' on niggas Why I fuck with that nigga? Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage Should I, thank God for the hell I raised cause the nigga that snitched is gonna feel that grave? Like, ain't nothin' to a loc huh? Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know huh? They ain't show up to the court huh? But them charges gotta go huh? A young nigga back on Fig', H-crown on wig, shoe strings say where I'm from On probation and got my gun, other side goin' for that thumb Motherfucker I'm gangbangin', uh (got 'em) {*shots fired, people yelling, police sirens, helicopter sounds*} [Traffic] Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks, blue tee, nigga I keep it G Nigga in the streets, is where I be, I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep Me and Floyd, posted on Fig', gettin' it in, and movin' it out Gettin' it in, and movin' it out, I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks, fiends keep comin', this shit don't stop When it's war time, niggas get popped, we might die for this shit off tops My niggas gon' ride for this Crip, no lie, but I ain't dead, yeah nigga, thank God Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd, punk ass niggas better go get a job Run up on me wrong, bitch nigga get popped, I'm gon' ride for this shit on Crip A nigga gon' die for this shit then trip, 4/5th extendo with fifty in the clip TF by my side, he stupid with this shit, Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth Run up on me wrong (errt) my nigga, my nigga, my nigga I'm gangbangin' [TF] Uh, might go down for this check nigga Uh, I might die for this set nigga I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't slippin', niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't Crippin' Back to back, me and Tiny smack, I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac Niggas asked "What he signed for?" I got an eightball, I got a Rondo I got an AK when that bitch spray, it's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower Last time I seen jail nigga, I was cell livin', gettin' mail in it I ain't even talkin' mail nigga, Paypals for the cell nigga Hit the streets and cause hell huh? School of hard knocks, fuck Yale huh? See me and Traffic like a orca nigga and the black and whites love whale watch Front line like mailboxes, 5-12, that's the numbers on it May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only .45, no numbers on it, scratched down, I'm strapped down Might go down for this shit, if I don't then I'm racked down Rank up there with Shaq crown, I got a +Benji Button+ like Brad Pitt I press that, I'm gettin' rich, I might go down for this shit {*shots fired, people yelling, police sirens, helicopter sounds*} [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] We might die for this shit nigga Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, we might die for this shit nigga Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, we might die for this shit nigga Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, we might die for this shit nigga...