Littles (Skit)

Yo Littles man tell them niggas how we got
Down in the hood nigga
You know how we do it in QB man
Let these niggas know how we got up, word

Yo, my first whip in the ghetto
I was poppin' off 14 years old had older
Broads droppin' drawers
I'm supposed to be in school
But I'm chasin' ones
Surrounded by these snakes and
These faceless slums
Can't trust nobody, no friends, no one
'Cause it'll be your own friends
In the hands of guns
How you think a nigga feel
When a nigga can't sleep
Knowin' your own friends plottin' on
Your neck and sleeves
P, you showed me love so it's vice-versa
You and Hav
Ya'll the reason why my life ain't over
Littles, best of the blocks
Best of the ghetto
Y'all seen me when I pop up
Hood and black metal

Yo we rep NYC, who was fuckin' with QB
Nothin', we invincible you're simple
Me and Killa would converse on how we could
Capitalise off our street anthems, damn
I wish my nigga was here to enjoy the fruit
I spill my beer in memory of you
It's love nigga
I came to the hood, you showed me love nigga
Treated me like blood, your soldier thunn
So in return I'mma follow
Through with our plans
Shocked the industry and showed 'em
How our companies ran we went from
Crack sales to Infamous records and films
These other niggas got garbage for real
And that's why we stand in
A class of our own
We got it locked, helmed and very well sung