Game the duck down lyrics

fresh out the drop

chuck taylors hit the street cracking the ground

there he go with the crack and the pound

im right here, aint no backing me down

hands on the hot hood, compton sheriffs patting me down

they want to know about the tatoo tear, if i know 50?

and why them guns blow like Lina Richie?

if my 9' get itchy, somebody gotta pass away

like that bitch nigga that killed Jam Masta J

you dont like it, you can come get my ass today

ill be waiting with a vest, ski-mask and 'K

niggas left me for dead back in the day

i found out it was a hard knock life without asking Jay

its a hard knock life then you pass away

Rest In Peace to Morseburg, pull out a glass of 'ze

this for all my niggas in compton killing

gimmie 5 years nigga, im bringing compton millions.



(chorus)

when i come from murderville

where them gangsters and hutlers live

little kids out on the block

hollow points and harlem rocks

dont seem like its gonna change

look in my eyes, you can feel my pain

its a war out on them blocks

duck down when you hear them shots...

back in the building, back to the war

by that Jackie Robinson mural

i use to sell crack by that wall

hopping fences, with the crack in my draws

i got bitches that'll hit the penetentary

stuff the crack in there walls, pause.

take off the jewels and bandanas

let me holla at my nigga jim jones and santana

thanks for representing

but when the text is spitting

one shot, spin around the block

i think we left a witness.

im from the coast where props are never given

fuck rap, i start making wooden boxes for a living

nigga, they call me sergeant slaughter

cause the sergeants on him, S. Carter, Von-Dutches and a quart of water

i know jesus, but he dont walk across no water

i call him "hey-suse" he get that chalk across the border

off that grey goose, i put that chalk around your daughter

but i got patients, and im just what the doctor ordered.



(chorus)

when i come from murderville

where them gangsters and hutlers live

little kids out on the block

hollow points and harlem rocks

dont seem like its gonna change

look in my eyes, you can feel my pain

its a war out on them blocks

duck down when you hear them shots...