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wildliffe society - ain't no set trippin' lyrics

[intro: ]
yeah fool, talking bout g+ngb+ng, you ain’t down with that thang
don’t you know red or blue it’s me against you, that’s black on black jack
yea, and that’s on the real like yeah, you know what i’m syain’
you just pulling contracts for the man
and that ain’t cool fool
if ya trippin ya slippin!

[hook: ]
northside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air
westside
the four, the five, the six (no set trippin)
eastside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air (no, no)
southside
the four, the five, the six

[verse 1: mello+t & rated x]
creepin’ across the avenue, lookin’ for that revenue
much love for the dub, but that won’t get me through
through that dеad zone, so many gone
walking through the gravеyard, lookin at them tombstones
dead homies, it’s all because of you
that mello+t, done made it through
stop the madness, and break ’em of some love
voices in my head, from them ogs up above
to stop the cycle, the cl!ckin’, the bangin’
back in the ’60s, black folks was a hangin’
by the trees, i think about medgar evers
never kneelin’ to the wizard, now i got a lot of betta
but if you knew what i knew now
you would grab that uncle tom, and put a pistol in his mouth
which one, and that’s the bottom line
if you can do the time, then dam, sho do the crime
in the punk tank with a jeffrey dahmer
that little trick didn’t make it to the summer
see what i’m talk bout, this thang so crazy
tina had a crack baby, now he trying to ak me
but who to blame, you can blame it on the man
he’s the instigator, but the perpetrator african
premeditated is the murder when the pistol grip
little g, don’t you know, hustler don’t set trip
[hook: ]
northside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air
westside
the four, the five, the six (no set trippin)
eastside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air (no, no)
southside
the four, the five, the six

[verse 2: & rated x & mello+t]
thought it was my luck, but it had to be god
peeping over my shoulder, like an angel in disguise
down for this clique thang, i think i’m insane
don’t put it on my mama, i got hooter on my brain
ain’t never had a thang, now your spottie’s got a family
down for my g’s, so my g’s down for me
living in a warzone, gripping to the chrome
gots to hold up for your boys dead and gone
since l was a shorty my head been hard as a brick
shootin’ hookie from my school, pulling capers for my clique
taking orders from them ogs, trying to getsmy rank
looking at them big gangstas dropped in the paint
so you ain’t trying to chill cause you know your end is coming
dreaming of a better life thinking about running
what’s a fool to do. i think i’m going crazy
caught up in this circle with these fool trying to fade me
it’s what on your mind but you can’t escape your maker
cause waiting in the shadows is your ghetto undertaker
he done took your soul now he’s trying to take your life
now your mama’s dropping flowers on her babies grave site
ain’t no set trippin’
[hook: ]
northside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air
westside
the four, the five, the six (no set trippin)
eastside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air (no, no)
southside
the four, the five, the six

[verse 3: mello+t & rated x]
so take a chill pill, if that’s all right
trapped in your darkness, so never do you see the light
it’s a one way, you best not enter
you’re gonna die, then your homies will forget you
just a memory, a victim of the grind
crooked was your way’s now looking at a flat line
tears droppin’ from your mommy on your forehead
you waking up scared but you already dead jack
don’t you know gang banging is a death wish
it’s like putting in a jerry curl, without the curly kit
i know that’s deep but i want you too think
cause if he don t see no bank little 6 gonna sank
friday afternoon about a quarter pass three
looking across the room, at that fool who smoked your g
plotting on the murder for the next 5 minute
just waiting on that bell, after school this buster’s finished
to the parking lot, gotta to catch him slipping
everybody ducked, cause you empty your clip and
now you gots to bail, but you might as well stay
bust him point blank and smooth caught a murder case
now you headed for the jail house, cell block 2
blasted for the colors to the red to the blue
got ya in the system like kunta kente
life without parole so the jails where you got to stay
[hook: ]
northside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air
westside
the four, the five, the six (no set trippin)
eastside
get ya hand in the air, get ya hands in the air (no, no)
southside
the four, the five, the six

- wildliffe society lyrics

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