Stalley

Stalley - Always Into Something lyrics

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(Intro)

Elevate my fuckin' game

(Hook)

A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin')

Always into sumthin'

Yellin' 'fuck the police' (fuck the police!)

Like I’m straight up outta Compton

Real niggas don’t die! (no, no)

Appetite for destruction

Just a nigga with an attitude (dope)

Always into sumthin'

(Verse 1: Stalley)

Impala on 8s, dope boys on crates

Swiss movement on watch, forty five on the waist

Got 1 million dolla hustle, a rich nigga face

White coke & ina, rack it up on the plate

Alpina Beemer with the cavalier plates

(My niggas dribble down them VA on the run from the DEA)

That’s when niggas wore button-ups and white ups like

HOVA, and errybody had yay befo 808 and Heartbreak

The streets was a shark tank, put money in the gold link

And loyalty was errything!

Yo lady held ya down, with or without a weddin' ring

Sellin' dope wasn't settlin'

If ya could smoke it, they was sellin' it

Hard grind peddlin'

A street nigga pedigree, tryin' to leave a kingpin legacy

Pockets fat like lettuce, thank ya to the heavenly

Father fo them dollas, I got it straighter than the letter T

(Hook)

A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin')

Always into sumthin'

Yellin' 'fuck the police' (fuck the police!)

Like I’m straight up outta Compton

Real niggas don’t die! (no, no)

Appetite for destruction

Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)

Always into sumthin'

(Verse 2: Stalley)

Dope man, dope man, that’s what they yellin'

Pockets full o' stones and an automatic weapon

Teenage outlaws, rebels without cause

Lost in this jungle, but errybody is flawed

Middle finger to the law! Best friends lay in malls

And they wonder why our attitude’s raw

A real nigga neva take a fall, that’s on God

Or neva take on the false facade

Befo that happens, niggas blocks getting tanked off

Appetite fo destruction! That’s how we all function

And we get it how we live, even if it’s gun bustin'

Number crunching with eight balls fo fiends luncheon

Anything to keep from ribs touchin'

Rims bumping, I blame it on Cube

He says it gets funky, a subject and a predicate

F* the police, that’s a gangster nigga’s etiquette

And this nine filled with cop killas that's sittin' on my hip

(Hook)

A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin')

Always into sumthin'

Yellin' 'fuck the police' (fuck the police!)

Like I’m straight up outta Compton

Real niggas don’t die! (no, no)

Appetite for destruction

Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)

Always into sumthin'

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