f*ck 14 lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas EBK]
Like why n*ggas mention my name ?
Catch me a OY, I up it and flame
Like how many opps got hit?
Notti got Poked, Charlie got spliffed
Roll to the Hill don't run don't trip
I spot DD, then his body gon' flip
Roll to the Court don't run, don't trip
I spot Dudey, then his body gon' flip
It's a new opp in the air
Dummy died, Fighting a crip
Rah Rah he died, flock at the Lyft (Like what?)
E With the what? You is a b*tch
And yo' lil' sister got hit, still ain't do sh*t (Like how?)
Smoking they mans, it could get lit (Like what?)
I spot a O, I empty the clip (Like what?)
Shot by a dyke, he got hit in his hip

[Verse 2: CHII WVTTZ & TG Crippy]
Number one, "Keep Ya Pole Up"
N*** died , cus he froze up
Number two, "You Better Just Shoot"
b*tch I back out the V put it right in thе coupe
Number three , "Nevеr Trust No b*tch"
Got shot in the telly, got lined by a smooch
Number four , "Better Do What You Do"
Cus if I catch a n**** we mix while I shoot
Number five , "Better Have You A [?]"
If you spin through the Sev , Body flipping the coupe
Number six , "I Predicted This sh*t"
She be sucking and swallow and crews
Number seven , I'm a demon and sh*t
I be leaving n****s on the news
Number eight , Keep squeezing this sh*t
Get booked with a chop , n**** I refuse
Number nine, Leave him bleeding and sh*t
N****s already knew that they was gon' lose
Number ten , I be peeping this sh*t
N****s ya mans they be sneaking and sh*t
Gang , I thought I was tweaking and sh*t
Got me a b*tch she a freak on the di*k
Gang, And I'm back in the town with the sitchy
Smoking on Rah tell em' n***s get with me
And them hollow tips burnin' his kidneys
Bullets start taking his weight , his skinny, gang
And them hollow tips burnin' his kidneys
Bullets start taking his weight , his skinny, gang
And them n***s keep dissing on JayRip
N***s is soft and they b*tches is basic
And them n***s keep dissing on JayRip
N***s is soft and they b*tches is basic
Peep the opp, he was tryna' get low
Can’t run got the beam on the scope
I got the wheel, you could flock at the O’s
Lil' G said, "You know how it go"
Hang out the window, he letting it go
Boy tried to run he got shot in the toe
I keep it on me everywhere I go
Since everybody want to claim that they a O
Cross a O like Tic-Tac-Toe
DOA be the gang, n*ggas already know
Wait, yeah I got booked for the pole
When I came back home, had the chop in the crib
Tried to spin it I'm flocking the whip
Can’t forget about Mex n*gga died in the whip
And my mom keep saying, "Stop flocking and sh*t"
I done seen a grown man get flocked by a kid
Free my n*ggas that’s doing a bid
Most of them n*ggas is doing some years
Can’t forget BlockWork is a kid
He saying names, what the f*ck he done did?
n*ggas know he ain't never did sh*t
If I spin through the Hill then I’m making it lit
Been a whole year, Rah Gz in a spliff
Tell me why n*ggas never did sh*t?
Chase pop out we gon' spin in the whip
Spot a Vato then he getting hit
We make movies, y'all make clips
n*ggas better remember that sh*t
And if we got beef we ain’t deadin' that sh*t
Deuce 5 in the shoe tryna' dump out the whip
Free Za, I'm fried, I'm smoking on Nick
Mix it with Notti, that sh*t got a kick
Drilly to the Blixky the f*ck is that sh*t?
n*ggas better start lacing they kicks
TG here, don't run, don't trip
I'm just praying a f*ck n*gga slip
LVK, put a Well on the list
I said f*ck it, put Kay in a spliff
Smoking on Dubskii, so what?
Mix it with Nay, that sh*t got a punch
Got it on me, walkin' like I'm drunk
If I spot me a Vato, I'ma hit 'em up
And Roscoe can suck my di*k
You ain't smoking on Dot, you ain't hittin' this spliff (Dotty)
Movin' tact with the grip in the whip
If you run up on us, then you gon' be a spliff
Movin' tact with the grip in the whip
If you run up on us, then you gon' be a spliff
[Verse 3: Set Da Trend]
I ain't shootin' from deep, I'ma walk up, get closer
So many deads, who the f*ck I'ma roll up?
Said that you spinnin', but you never showed up
Know I'm droppin' the O's, we do not get jiggy
Carry a knife, he got poked
How many n*ggas done died on they block?
Smokin' E with the dot, know I do that a lot
Smokin' E with the dot, yeah, I do it a lot
TP, pass me the Lu, Nick ain't bussin' enough (Lu, Lu)
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up this Glock with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Smokin' Notti, that sh*t punch (that sh*t punch)