Our organization consists of nothin' but family members(brothers,cousins,sister,aunt,& my lady).
Str8 From Augusta,GA
Story behind the song
It's basically a short summary of my life and what I'm up to this very day.
Lyrics
Hook: They can't fuck wit me, cause I'm cemetary made
Straight hustlin' from the cradle to the grave
Me & the grim reaper still smokin'
& they wonder why I sleep wit my eyes open
Verse 1: My background done changed alot of shit
but i'm still making moves near my residence
breaking they back ever since my life maintained
the real wayne come out me when envolving my change
my price stay the same cause i'm the last nigga standing
the realest nigga left & the last nigga blasting
So who asking questions telling in this bitch
you know where i'm at down in the bottom representin'
from the bottomless pit, to the dangerzone
from str8 hustling,to mix tapes & songs
nigga what the games is on u fuck wit me u get kidnapped & shots to the dome
thats right we keep it,it aint no secret
it aint no pity to what we spittin', we been committed from the cradle 2 the grave
cemetary made is what I told ya
When I crep up on your muthafucking shoulder
(hook)
Verse 2(12 guage): Now here i come im busting verse 2 for u bitches
that nigga 12 17 rounds, 12 laughing at these niggas
thats how i do it when these pussy niggas dont feel us
when we represent from the bottom all the way up to the villa
we represent for the scrilla,we represent to maintain
im wit that nigga wayne and we all about our change
& we bussin' brains whoever shall step get 2 to the dome
quick to ko a nigga,quick to run up in they home
strapped wit my reeboks on im outlastin,outblastin'
out coming through busting, out coming through smoke
outlined in chalk was a hit u bitches cant stop,stop,stop,stop
nigga what get back or get dropped
