LOW PROFILE GANGSTERS - Beat Up lyrics

rate me

What's up dog

What's up ey

What's up perro

Yeah

I run with the real ones

Simon

Hey drop that shit holmes

[Chorus x2: Frank V]

If you a sucker on the streets you're getting beat up

If you a sucker in jail you're PC'd up

And we don't stop riding till the homies is free'd up

We g'd up from the feet up

[Royal T]

Are you a real gangster, a real shooter

Or just a prankster, cyber banger on your computer

Motherfucking phony, ese you don't know me

Only true blue can hang with real homies

Ese you get trapped up and slapped up

Drag your ass the the woods, you get wrapped up and capped up

Low Pro run the streets so, who you telling

After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]

Hey homeboy why you wanna start shit, I'll shoot up your apartments

And if I go out, I'll make sure I go out like Vargas

Fighting to the finish, Lil' Rob the sickest

Fucking up the program, cold like a snowman

Making you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam

Leave you walking like an old man

I've got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya

Bullet holes all over ya, nice knowing ya

[Chorus x2]

[Frank V]

Holla at your boy Frank V when I'm rolling through your area

But not too loud cuz you know that I carry a

Four five auto, rich like lotto

The world is mine, or at least that's my motto

Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning

Jesus piece around my neck but I can't stop sinning

Little homey I'm a true blue, I thought you knew fool

No cards I can't pull, no hoods I can't shoot through

Big pimping you never thought could exist

Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist

Where you're at I've been, where I'm at you'll never be

There's other rappers in this bitch but ain't none like me

Cuz I'm a shining star, ese fuck who you are

You got thugs in your car, I'll put slugs in your car

You got plaques on your wall, I'll put your backs on the wall

I'll subtract all of y'all, I'ma ball till I fall

[Chorus x2]

[True Breed]

Low Profile, SD 619

This California hustle make me California grind

Getting mine, so we don't waste nobody's time

Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine

Hard rhyme, that's all I got shaking up your spot

Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops

You wanna be a G, wanna be just like me

Face the consequences, stay sucker free

[Bandit]

I keep it gangster loc, my life for the cash

Dumping shots at fools until their heads hit the dash

Doing dirt, put it work on these LA streets

Bringing real with my steel as I blast my heat

Getting high, born to ride cuz that's the way shit goes

Got fools all around just to let you know

Phat Bandit keep it cracking, keep pushing the keys

For player hation, home invasion trying to stop my G's

[Chorus x2]