R.I.P. Sean Bell lyrics

[Intro: Max B]
Wassup, they comin', let's get up outta here, yeah (Up outta here man)
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up (Won't take me down), they comin'
Oh sh*t, sh*t (sh*t)
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, cuz they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned

[Verse 1: Max B]
Chyeah, I pop that Cru and fill my cup up to the line (Ah), take a swig (Yeah)
I don't wig, I just taste it wit' a big
Had to taste 'em with that cig', couplе blocks ya off bounds
It's hard to dip it n*gga with that 4 pound
Max is in The Source now, XXL (L)
Stuntin' in the bubblе, got a bunch of fishscales (Scale)
Got a bunch of brick scales, I just felt myself (On the building baby)
f*ckin' all these b*tches, I can't help myself
Sorta like addiction, fornication, that's some sick sh*t (sh*t)
Sin against the body, that's some flick sh*t
This is my prediction, two years from now, probably pitfall
Trenton State, staring at the brick wall
sh*t charge (sh*t), get off the boat, get your surfboards
You n*ggas all soft like Nerf balls, squirt y'all
Squirt, chyeah, filthy f*ckin' maggots
n*ggas think that when he clean he got filthy money, bast*rds
[Chorus: Max B]
Let's get these riches 'fore the coppers come
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh sh*t, sh*t
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned

[Verse 2: Mak Mustard]
In any situation, bet we top what they got
They addicts, them n*ggas need detox and Daytox
So many drugs it's hard to mention, in your addiction
Got you in desperate need, of a intervention
Takin' hits after hit factory, your sh*t wack to me
In fact, you n*ggas can come and get a sack from me
Surprised you still gettin' studio time, come do you a crime
Be true to yo' grind, come and get you a dime
And you can take the pain away, forget that
All the n*ggas say ya gay, kiss that n*gga mouth till ya tooth decay
Truthfully, I can care less
When you in Harlem, wear a vest that come all over your neck
I'll be all over your set, all over your vet
Take a p*ss in the chinchilla till all over is wet
I'll be all over your 'jects, you can't even creep through, you're see-through
Strapped with that black Eagle, Vigilante
[Chorus: Max B]
Let's get these riches 'fore the coppers come
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh sh*t, sh*t
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned
Pac

[Verse 3: Al Pac]
I'm what the hood love, I got the streets buzzin'
I do this sh*t for the city, you know the streets love it
They yellin' "Gotti hard", man I just keep it real
I got a fetish for gettin' fetti and packin' steel
You cowards hate n*gga, I know they wanna hurt me
Gain Greene is the team, we got you n*ggas thirsty
We yellin' "f*ck the fuzz", we puff the finest bud
You b*tches show us love, rockin' the finest studs
Who got the Mac blastin', n*ggas fag-splashin'
Big black Magnum, dog, black-bag 'em
Send you to your maker, man I don't f*ck around
Pussies get outta line then I'ma put 'em down
I'm ridin' with my n*gga, until the end of time
I'll put a whole in ya head if you don't give me mine
Now Pac goin' hard, f*ck what you n*ggas thought
Run up on Biggavell', and I'ma knock 'em off
[Chorus: Max B]
Let's get these riches 'fore the coppers come
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh sh*t, sh*t
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned