Choosing Sides lyrics

[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(RJ always tripping, man, RJ always tripping)
I ain't gon' lie to you, I feel like, tonight, God got somethin' set up for me, I just gotta go chase it
Yeah, b*tch (AJ, man, you play too much)
(Stevo crowned this beat)
Striker Gang, Walkdown Gang, M Block, all that sh*t, n*gga
Yeah

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E & VonOff1700]
Young as hell, drivin' strike, I damn near lost my life
Ridin' 'round with pipe to make sure that I don't lose it twice
Had to double-cup the Sprite to make sure I don't lose no ice
Damn, you still f*ck with dog? Let me find out that you choosing sides
Huh, pass the stick this way, bro, I can shoot it blind
I couldn't find no Trish in like three days, I'm finna lose my mind
Call up Von when I drive down to the 'Raq, I know he got me a fire
If it's beef, we got the strikеrs out back, n*gga, we stakin' 'em out
Huh, treat a lil' n*gga likе garbage, bro, we takin' 'em out
Feel like Madden in that fast dude, bro, we keep fakin' the route
Damn, lil' bro, chill out with that gun, you keep on breakin' it down
f*ck, tryna roll up in my hand, bro, I done dropped a nug
How much you spent up on your chain? Bro, I done dropped a club
She keep asking questions, man, I know this lil' b*tch tryna f*ck
Took off on the J's, lookin' at the gas, I know this not enough (Alright)
Stop askin' me do I got my heat? You know that that's a duh (Come on, alright)
[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
Please don't consider me your opp if you can't up a dub (Broke ass)
The opps just lost two n*ggas back to back, them n*ggas need some hugs
Long live Mook, he'd pop a Perc' and tweak, my shorty was a bug
That n*gga upped his gun and he ain't blow, he must been shootin' duds
We bounce out on sh*t and don't stop shooting 'til we see some blood
I got my mask, I got my gun, have Backend bring the gloves
I gave the Drac' to E 'cause he gon' shoot that b*tch like Kevin Love
I thought I saw the opps, my dumb ass almost shot up seven studs
He say he not an opp, but he be with 'em? Kill him just because
He keep on dropping diss songs, we gon' kill him 'fore he get his buzz
We hit him twenty times, he still alive, they need to pull the plug
He thinkin' this sh*t sweet 'cause I wear glasses, he gon' catch a slug
Free Lil 3 and Famous, them boys dangerous, tell 'em, "Free my thugs"
Four-five gat, this b*tch so big, it'll knock down a club (Know that)
Kidnap a n*gga, then we drown his ass up in a tub (His b*tch ass)
Thought he had a book, but we done sold his ass a brick of dub (His dumb ass)