Combat

Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps

I don't give a fuck

I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck

Tell me what's up

All about the game, so I'm hunting big buck

Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long

Pass it down to me like a heirloom

The Henny got me wetter than Will Piss

I die for this like Elvis

Boss up and shake down

Get it jumpin' like a techno breakdown

Night young and we just gettin' started

Let me walk on yard at the Bruiser Brigade party

Got smoke, of course

Goin' up, fireworks on the fourth

Take mine, and I do it with force

Been with this shit since I jumped off the porch

Used to chop grams on my grandma's sauce

Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear or

Tryna play round, you be hangin' with (Huh)

Cop a pound and it put me down an ounce

Bust it open like them hoes came in

Got more bills than the Olsen twins

Focus, I can see where ocean is

Kush thinkin' like it broke the wind

What it is, what it is, what you know about

Came a long way from that dope house

What it is, what it is, what you know about

Came a long way from the

All I cared about was the stacks and the stage

When it's time to re-up, pull my partner out his head

Ain't rocket science class, I ain't tryna pass math

Put grams on the scale, watch me do arts and crafts

Anything could be my last, livin' like that

Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance

Nigga gotta face the facts, mixed with your own

Sun spread your light, others make a marathon

Tryna live on through my music

The future influence, the next to do it

The odds are against you, kiddo

Likin' everything from you, like a divorced widow

Tryna get it like the next negro

Want beef? You gon' fuck around and end up a vegetable

Tryna give you a little game

Get some, get locked, and back again

What it is, what it is, what you know about

Came a long way from that dope house

What it is, what it is, what you know about

Came a long way from the

It's a combat zone

Everything, what they on

Red top, blue top

Get the green, hold the block

It's a combat zone

Everything, what they on

Red top, blue top

Get the green, hold the block

It's a combat zone

Tryna get that bag

Cash that lick, get that bag

It's a combat zone

Tryna swerve around 12

It never fail when you goin' through Hell

It's a combat zone

Count that lick real quick (Combat)

Get the bag, get the bag, whatchu got

It's a combat zone

Get that lick real quick (Combat)

Get the bag up, and the swag up

Before the car pull back up

Listen, all a nigga wanted was a Chevy or some

Wasn't thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, nigga, fuck savin'

Didn't know we'd see them whores like Wes Craven

Hook jumpin' out them fan stores on payment

Locked up with dirty white boys, all musty

Prayin' for probation, hope I get lucky

Court-appointed lawyers, gotta stay copping

Put you in predicament, but that's your only option

Sink or swim, look at him in the system

Just another nigga, one-way ticket to a prison

Tried to help, only hurt in the end

How the fuck 'posed to take care your kids in the pen'

It's the life that we chose, friends become foes

That nigga snitched on, everybody know

Son don't know how to stick to the code

Nobody to trust, that's the way life goes

I've seen hand grenades (Combat zone)

I've seen beer... beer-can (Combat), beer-can bazookas made (Combat zone)

Damn things hit you (Combat), just-just as getting hit with a gun (It's a combat zone)

I've seen .22 zip guns (Combat), I've seen .38 zip guns

I've seen (Combat zone), I'll tell you, this about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen (Combat)

I've seen dynamite on the street

I've seen all this

You'd be surprised, man

Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb