State city

Verse:get out the red beams, vests, & you best call ya team/ cuz you know what's goin down when hnic hit the scene/ it's a warfare from ya church to ya county fair/ whereever you stay we ain't afraid to take it there/ when you wake up we the type of boys that be on ya front porch sittin in rockin chairs wit gasoline & a wooden torch/ you understand what i'm sayin/ see what the hell is goins on/ don't tell me how to do this i've been here too long/ we move from city to state from state to city/ let's see count the green or get in between those t----s/ pass my cup of smirn off wit my dutch dog/if you think it's game c'mon what's up dog/ did i tell you punk bustas bout where i reside/ atl young scrappy one of east points finest/ so next time you think twice about comin at me pimpin/ think six more cuz it's 8 bullets in you pimpin