Zip Lip ft. Striker Lyrics

Choc loc what up dub

I see u finally did it nigga

I see u finally put them words together

As u say dub free the real tho

They got us dub but they cant keep us

Bitch niggas step out the way

Because its almost over

Niggas fear what they dont understand

But the path has set

So lord forgive us

Because we definitely have sinned

Two times ten my nigga Rolando

Niggas can run it up

But that don't make u real

Fuck that rap shit

I fuck with real niggas in the field

We gone doubled back twice cuz

You niggas know the drill

Pressure burst pipes cuz this shit for the real

Level 4 prison still chasing down zelles

Only god knows cuz if imma go to hell

Cause I have done shit that I wouldve never tell

Cause I have done shit that would never tell

Throwing up chunky dueces infront of mommaa maxx house

Homies hustling infront of old man Jack house

No shirt gangs tatts cuz and wack outs

And that Blick hold thirty like a Crack house

Twenty first street the worst street You know what Im talking about

Black whip with three black hoodies gone bounce out

Three shooters with one driver because cuz knows the route

If your hood like mines then know what Im talking about huh

We came from nothing to nothing huh

Yea tired of all that stressing huh

If pressure burst pipes then u weak ass fuck

Two high ones to the niggas that raised us

Aahhuh them niggas that still press no cuts

Them niggas who aint never ever ever gave up

Them niggas who was down when they came up

Them niggas put respect on your name when it came up

Niggas can run it up

But that dont make u real

Fuck that rap shit

I fuck with real niggas in the field We gone doubled back twice cuz

You niggas know the drill

Pressure burst pipes cuz this shit for the real

Level 4 prison still chasing down zelles

Only god knows cuz if imma go to hell

Cause i have done shit that I wouldve never tell

Cause I have done shit I would never tell

Zip lip huh

I have been down on my back

Shackles after shackles chains and all that

It fucked me cuz when a nigga lost my dad

I had to hit big bro king sagg

Cuz told me get Im my bag

And make these bitches and nigga mad

Cuz you wasnt raised like that When I walk the yard my pants sag

My knife it be big ass bat

I roll where the crips be at

Im only chasing down blue stakes Troopers only thats a fact

On my face Is gang tatts

Tip J duB like that

I wish I would bring the real ones back

Free young striker like that

Free moe loc off the back

Yall niggas know yall extras was wack

Stop playing before you get your smacked little nigga

Stop playing before you get smakced Lil nigga

Niggas can run it up

But that dont make u real

Fuck that rap shit

I fuck with real niggas in the field We gone doubled back twice cuz

You niggas know the drill

Pressure burst pipes cuz this shit for the real

Level 4 prison still chasing down zelles

Only god knows cuz if imma go to hell

Cause I have done shit that I would've never tell

Cause I have done shit that I would never tell

Keep it zip lip nigga

Free the real tho