Chorus] [Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge
Flash backs in the middle of night Cross fire in a red skyline The cold wind is like razors when it rains The jungle sleeps when you?re lying wide away
you from but out here we ride So if you scared of conflict don't come outside I'm on a high - get your hands on a gun Cause ain't no one gonna respect
feel It always comes and finds you It will always hear yo ucry I cross my wooden leg And I swear on my glass eye Itt will never leave you high and dry
deal this love's the love you give this love's the love you steal this love is wakin' up a heart dried-up and turned black this love's a bridge on fire
Prophet and the City They got a spot on track for Blac, so I got to bump this bitch Straight from the hood, where nothin' but crosses get thrown up at