Act Right

(feat. Chedda Bang) 



 (Verse) 
 Ridin' dirty, got a Ruger in your lap 
 Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap 
 They done killed the homie brother 
 Whatchu supposed to do with that? 
 Who's gon' tell his baby mother that her dude ain't comin back? 
 That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap 
 The block is hot and can't nobody move a pack 
 When you shootin onsite, you aim the Ruger at his naps 
 Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats 
 What? Who gassed you up and threw a match? 
 Don't want police to line you up and you a match 
 Fool them clowns into thinkin you a snack 
 Brought a gun to wash it down and you can drink it throw the tap 
 That's my reaction, now react 
 Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap 
 If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map, 
 I could beat the pussy up without a scratch 

 (Chorus) 
 Time tickin teams clickin, 
 I'm tryin to bury bout a trillion 
 Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya 
 And when we comin, we be flowin likes it's water 

 (Verse) 
 I'm so ignorant, spend it before I make it make it 
 Pour salt on my food before I taste it 
 Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement 
 All of us, statement, one vision 
 Rich dreams 
 Couple scars, I heal quicker than wolverine 
 Population, pink slips, quarter greens 
 Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out 
 Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry 
 That's my reaction, now react 
 Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back 
 Benz's, Bentley's, na nigga don't tempt me 
 Trust I got it on me, I'mma squeeze til it's empty 
 Lord forgive me, i need that new 550 
 With the cocaine seats, I'm so street 
 And when the police came, we don't speak 
 From my hood to your hood, ain't nothin sweet 

 (Chorus x2)