Quando Rondo – Life Of Crime lyrics

(This Neil on the track)
The soul soldier, ha
N****, ain’t no cap in that
Loud up them clips, ha

Ever since that n**** died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault
Don’t bring your a** outside if you ain’t ’bout it, we gon’ draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my n***** stepping, we don’t really like y’all
He play with us, we bust his f****** melon rip and turn them lights off
I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your boss every time they go cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime
I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets ’cause they might drop a dime

They think ’bout playing with [?] they going in the dirt
I’m in they section on a bike, they come to my side, I swear I’m shooting first
[?] on my life, you going on a shirt
You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt
I like to f*** on her p**** every time I’m on Percs
I told her bend that a** over, go on and make that thing squirt
Two double cups, I’m sipping Tech, I sipped the soda then burped
Send my lil’ n**** to the west, I make him take all they work
He rode his bike through over, thought I tried to blow the bike off
My n***** itching like some pests, swear they can’t wait to bite y’all
I got no love for a b****, no, I won’t never wife y’all
So many times I walked that line, locked behind a white wall
I got a drop on all them n*****, we gon’ burn up they trap
We on the 3rd with hella pistols, y’all drive by then get clapped
Don’t make us pull up on y’all block then take a pic on the ave
I put this s*** in VVSs, rolling like I’m handicapped

Ever since that n**** died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault
Don’t bring your a** outside if you ain’t ’bout it, we gon’ draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my n***** stepping, we don’t really like y’all
He play with us, we bust his f****** melon rip and turn them lights off
I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your boss every time they go cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime
I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets ’cause they might drop a dime

I told them they can’t hang with me ‘less they get tats in they face
Lil Icy beat a body now they got my n**** back in the cage
I catch you slipping by the store, they put that MAC in your face
We beat that n**** at the show, we kept our Glocks on our waists
The way I came up from the bottom, know I got ’em amazed
You n***** stuck inside the city, they can’t get up out the maze
I’m really God to my n*****, they come to me and pray
I went so hard for some n***** that’s not with me today
I flew a b**** out from the pote and made her eat my c*** off
Don’t make us quit that, come and kick your door, don’t make me get you knocked off
The police took Lil P**** Glock, he bounced right with a sawed-off
Now every state a n**** go, I f*** them b****** raw dog

See, one thing about it when you ain’t got no money or s*** like that, your brains end up on the curb
I’m running with some real hitters, real Crip n*****, real killers, and every day, we posted on the 3rd

Ever since that n**** died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault
Don’t bring your a** outside if you ain’t ’bout it, we gon’ draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my n***** stepping, we don’t really like y’all
He play with us, we bust his f****** melon rip and turn them lights off
I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your boss every time they go cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime
I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets ’cause they might drop a dime