Chief Keef - Pick One lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Remember posted on the block ready fo' the war

Runnin' up a house and straight kick in door

Posted on the front right on Grenshaw

On Indian totin' big guns

When I come through, Hut! attention

Niggas full of hate they full of tension

Come through wit the chopper ya can call me Sosa 10 guns

Dead or in jail nigga pick one

(Verse)

Yo drawers got lit on it, talkin' money I been on ya

Don't make me up this fif on ya, give yo ass a 51

I be smokin' 91, ya be smoking 61

Ya only smoke that 87, ya be smoking that shitty stuff

I be smokin' that 93, think I was born in 93

Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me

Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me

I don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak

Ya got 15 fo' a V shit that's alright wit me

But I gotta call ya back cuz yo verse price was beat

On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed

Let an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey things

(Hook)

(Verse)

Dead or in jail nigga pick one

Heaven or in hell a nigga in one

I don't play ball I cross the N1

Shot the threes, we street ballers, dunk a damn point

I'm rollin' up backwoods fuck yo damn joint

I don't like them swishas they don't feel right

Ya feel like balling, feel like stalling, what ya feel like

I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right

I'm ridin' wit that missile I won't miss ya, I'm gonna hit ya

What's up to the bay, what's up, South Central!

What's up to LA, I'm some Chiraq ass nigga

I still be in my ways, I be toting my pistol

(Hook)