Lil Apartment - Intellectual

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(seven days)

HOOK:

We hustle in a little ol’ apartment/ (yes, sir)

Wit all the windows blacked out/

I’ll put that on the hood if you cross me/

I’ma have to pull the straps out/

You don’t know nothing about me/

You just be running’ your mouth/

Steady telling hoes when you see me/

You gonna take me out/

I'ma real nigga - come and give me hope/

[Timbaland]

Aye, Aye, Aye…

You ol’ pussy ass, frontin’ ass, snitchin’ ass nigga/

Run up on you with chrome put the barrel to your temple/

Got a sawed off and a three-five with me nigga/

Ready to get it cracking’ come and ride with me nigga/

I’ll put some change on yo head/

Get a nigga to kill you while you laying in the bed/

And leave your brains on the floor/

Hit your safe and then do the same thing to your hoe/

Got a chip on my shoulder it’s getting heavy as hell/

All'a nigga had to do was play with my mail/

We used to be down as hell/

Snitching ass nigga sent me to the county jail/

You shouldn’a lied to me dawg/

Now I’m riding with killers that’s down to die for me dawg/

And I’ma ride with my niggas/

They Deuce and Attitude and they’ll tell you/

HOOK

[Six2]

Aye…

Scary ass, fake ass, sucker ass nigga/

Keep on playing’ someone will find your ass in the river/

Bumping your gums got you in the middle/

Of some shit where your ass being hunted by a killer/

Yeah, we know where you stay/

Ima catch your broke ass slipping one of these days/

I’ma let loose with one of these K’s/

Your momma or your baby momma mamma ain’t safe/

I did some shopping around and found a couple grenades/

Now I’m looking for you raggedy ass Escalade/

I wish I woulda knew back in the days/

That you was a bitch ass nigga with hoe ass ways/

You shouldn’a hated on me dawg/

Fuck all that talking that shit you be saying to me dawg/

I keep it simple as that/

You looking for me on the Hill is where you’ll find me at/

HOOK

[Attitude]

Pussy ass, sucker ass, fraud ass nigga/

Running your mouth 'cause you a broad ass nigga/

I look in your face and see ho cake/

Niggas is hard to shake they stay in your way/

But I move with a smooth pace/

Give a fuck about a case, put a Glock in your face/

Until my mission complete I don’t cease/

How the fuck is you gone shit on my name in these streets/

Supplied the hustle, off of the muscle/

Got niggas on stand-by and they ready to touch you/

They ain’t fucking with your vest, it’s straight to the face/

No shells left on the scene, just a body to trace/

After he checking in they get in the wind/

How long you got left? It really depends/

You don’t know which way to go as you struggle for breath/

That’s what motherfuckers get for not checking theyself/

HOOK