Savage 5ive - Almighty

Heard there was Opps
Well we got the drop
I'm from New York we spinning your block
Bumping that Pop

M90 Billy Da Kid
Hola to my Olas

They heard it was gunning time
Decided it's running time
Vest and a Tech when it come to the set
I'm on the front line
Say that they Gang but don't wanna ride
Don't wanna bang then don't come outside
I'm in the Floss we spin on this side
Nigga I'm Ridin' and Slidin' for mine
I'm outta town screaming out Woo
See me pull up don't know what to do
Can't take em back the bullets done flew
Ain't no rewinding the clips when I shoot
Man down missing his roof
Top off look like my coop
Put him on ice for this cream
Grave yard shovel giving him scoops

Nigga we all lifers building the empire
Hop in the drop spinning ya block like it's a Tie fighter
When I Woo you better Woo back
No time for the chit chat
Keep ducking the fade
You gon fuck around getcha bitch clapped

Fuck around getcha bitch clapped
Big Steppa know I been that
Can't line you
I'ma figure out where ya friends at
Grew up with some felons
Taught me how to Felon
Death to the rats
Cause dead men ain't tellin
Ride round with nine cocked
Cause we gotta find Opps
He Look like a bitch
Bet I leave his top cropped
He ain't dead
Lord knows we gon bend blocks
Like fuck the Docs
They gon fuck around haveta send swat
Dare you send me the Addy
Fuck around you'da been shot
Ya punch card woulda been clocked
I'da Boomed him with a big Glock

Nigga we all lifers building the empire
Hop in the drop spinning ya block like it's a Tie fighter
When I Woo you better Woo back
No time for the chit chat
Keep ducking the fade
You gon fuck around getcha bitch clapped

Written by:
Von Headley

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