Tiger Unit Lyrics – Skilla Baby
Singer: Skilla Baby
Title: Tiger Unit
Huh?
(Huh?)
Naw for real, though (Naw for real)
I heard n#gg#s dyin’ on the Westside, they sayin’ it was me
Ayy, hmm
n#gg#s dyin’ on the Westside, they sayin’ it was me
Man, leave that sh#t in the streets, keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body, just don’t come to me
Gave my n#gg# a few racks, but he’ll do that sh#t for free
‘Cause I’ll do that sh#t for him, ’cause he’ll do that sh#t for me
I’m a beast
We controlled sh#t on the Westside and the East
You’s a b#tch boy, quit doin’ all that woofin’, you a sheep
It’s way deeper than six feet, this sh#t get deep, I’m losin’ sleep
n#gg#s dyin’, but n#gg#s on both sides tryna keep the peace
How the f#ck I’m gon’ tell brodie stop? You know reapers gon’ reap
How I’m gon’ tell him stop bustin’ his gun? That’s how he eat
I love my brother like he me, I treat him like he me
Him and me gon’ do it B-I-G until we D-I-E
My n#gg#’ll kill my opps for free just because it’s me
You know me, I feed the streets
When I see him, put him on a tee, then go beat a beat
You won’t catch no lame b#tches with me, she gotta be a freak
Huh, ayy
n#gg#s dyin’ on the Westside, they sayin’ it was me
You ever wanted n#gg#s dead so bad, you ain’t want it for free?
Man, you wanna pay your cheese, you tired of hearin’ n#gg#s breathe, huh?
Man, the internet make n#gg#s think they tough
Every time I hear about a n#gg# dyin’, I get a rush
I love goin’ on them drills, I love hearin’ my gun bust
Fah-fah-fah, them n#gg#s goin’, “Ahh,” that sh#t tough, huh?
They gave me a million dollars, I’m still doin’ hoodrat sh#t
Don’t ask me about no shows, I don’t even book my sh#t
I done been shot, seen n#gg#s get dropped, that’s why I look like this
Brodie called, he say he seen an opp, I’m like, “Cook that b#tch”
Hmm, ayy
n#gg#s dyin’ on the Westside, they sayin’ it was me
I probably done came out like two hundred, this murder sh#t ain’t free
A n#gg# might as well off hisself, he think he murkin’ me
n#gg#s playin’ with me on the ‘Gram, they think they hurtin’ me
Make a n#gg# burn the Westside down while I’m killin’ on the East
I heard an opp just got shot, the Bloods’ll call him BP
I wonder why these n#gg#s’ friends always bug-eye when they see me?
I heard it’s cheese on his head, why he ain’t dead yet?
Shootin’ dice, I gamble my life, I’m with Redman
Stop shootin’ them n#gg#s in they legs, we want head taps
Oh, they bein’ rappers? They go out of town where they friends at
n#gg#s dyin’ on the Westside, they sayin’ it was me
Man, leave that sh#t in the streets, keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body, just don’t come to me
Gave my n#gg# a few racks, but he’ll do that sh#t for free
‘Cause I’ll do that sh#t for him, ’cause he’ll do that sh#t for me
I’m a beast
We controlled sh#t on the Westside and the East
You’s a b#tch boy, quit doin’ all that woofin’, you a sheep
It’s way deeper than six feet, this sh#t get deep, I’m losin’ sleep
n#gg#s dyin’, but n#gg#s on both sides tryna keep the peace
How the f#ck I’m gon’ tell brodie stop? You know reapers gon’ reap
How I’m gon’ tell him stop bustin’ his gun? That’s how he eat
I love my brother like he me, I treat him like he me
Him and me gon’ do it B-I-G until we D-I-E
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