Here Today Gone Tomorrow

I was told to shoot out and lay low
Keep firin, keep extra clip for extra shit
Who’s next to flip on the cat from the 'Ville called Slap
Most shady yeah Brownsville baby, baby
W-Izzo-Izza-C-K you faggots bimo with a semi A you two matic
Cal Colt 45 and also with my Billy D nigga
And he ain’t talkin bout malt liquor it’s me the big homie
Who was straight for the tech fake shit
that was snake shit
Fuck it, opposites attract
True dat
I’m In the streets I know how the scores lookin with the smallest
And illest game and stadium of Brooklyn
And this here thing (Gun Cocking) I here hold in my hand make a trigger
Nigga the motherfuckin man
Cause you could be
(Here Today Gone Tomorow)
Damn I was just here with him somebody hit 'em (Gone tomorrow)
Look what them copper chops did em, he gone
(Here Today Gone Tomorow)
(uh) Flat line
We already made a note of it
The new school is based on some cobra shit
You might not make it past the top of the mornin
These young nigga’s be comin and gunnin wit no warning
But Bill on top of that we can stop rap
Take two steps back and get it going in the street
I do it with a passion when blastin on competition
Over lookin consequences
No matter when to mission’s
It’s ghetto intuition, (We all stray)
The truth is, we need to be ruthless
They wanna look at us like animals zoo kids
(All day) We gunnin down in Brooklyn
Some shit that you could never overlookin
You could be
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