New Jersey Drive Lyrics

If it's up, then it's stuck, n***a, say something

You keep dissing on the dead, you meet yo maker

Bro get stingy with the smoke, we let em face one

She keep asking about these pills, I let her take it

We ain't with that back and forth, that's that tennis shit

Whole parking lot of rides, that's a dealership

You can't get inside this huddle, need a membership

Im in some rented whip, but it's tinted whips

It ain't nothing new in Jersey, we got mob ties

Stolen cars, walk downs, drive-bys

Chest shots, head shots

We hop up out that cut and let it fire, fire, fire

Two cell phones ringing, I been out here serving

I'm in Trenton, they say bervin, police make me nervous

Selling chickens like it's churches, call and make a purchase

Dove release & hearses, I can make it urgent

My young boy in Camden, don't do scamming, he got dog food

No respect for copycats, This yard we play by dog rules

Rrrr, In this yard, we play by dog rules

Lil' bro say he wet the whip, he turn it to a carpool

Please don't treat me like no rapper, real deal stepper

Fuck a rap sheet, we got a real kill record

I ain't stopping till they dead, them n****s tried to murk me

Anybody know em shirt em, got my shooters lurking

Chase em like I'm thirsty, Jackie Joyner- Kersee

50 cent with many men, but I can't show no mercy

I just fuck her like I love her, she don't belong to me

I just spent some money on her, she keep calling me

Way before we bought a striker, we six deep inside that Pontiac

I took my brother, baby mama whip, spin where they partners at

Ayy, I'm still posted up right by that laundromat

I just made the 20,000 play right where they shot me at

N****s married to the streets, them bitches been mine

You keep screaming long live, them n****s been died

Yeah, picture me telling on a hand shot

When I'm the reason that a lot of n****s friends die

If it's up, then it's stuck, n****s say something

You keep pissing on the dead, you meet your maker

Bro gets stingy with the smoke, we let him face one

She keep asking about these pills, I let her take it

We ain't with that back and forth, that's that tennis shit

Whole parking lot of rides, that's a dealership

You can't get inside this huddle, need a membership

Im in some rented whip, but it's tinted whips

It ain't nothing new in Jersey, we got mob ties

Stolen cars, walk downs, drive-bys

Chest shots, head shots

We hop up out that cut and let it fire, fire, fire