Bout It Songtext
von DVS

Yo, yo, yo
Young Spray, DVS
One in the building, real talk, listen

I′m feeling like death is on the way to me
So I'm staying strapped, nothing you can say to me
I tell my people in heaven, you should wait for me
I tell my angels on earth, you should pray for me
But if they should take my life, don′t be fake to me
Shower down bullets, make it rain for me

I'm painfully waiting patiently
But I keep my faith in faith, faithfully
I don't trust half of the things they want me to trust
I don′t lust after the girls they want me to lust
But, the real G′s just want me to buss
If you ain't from the hood, please stop copying us
This generation is totally different, hard to reach
And to be honest I never did feel the Martin speech
Cause what′s a dream when there's nothing you can say to them?
Long as there′s black and white, there's always gon′ be racism


Dear Malcolm, any means, any how, still no peace
Niggas sleep with the semi now
Because they still got us locked up and deadin' out
I guess we weren't ready before, but we ready now
ABC, none of these G′s ain′t playing
Niggas see man and wanna be man, just saying
SYMFU, man's spraying
FYI, straight M′s in the AM

Now another baby dead, another homicide
Little nigga used to ride, now he wanna die
I should've made him come inside, I was gonna try
Only reason I ain′t cry, I was fucking high

The closer you get to victory, the more bitter the defeat
But whatever way you make it, success is sweet
So I chief, DV let me bless this beat
Pussy niggas on the road want me to test this heat
Get the lead, Mark Duggan, rest in peace
How can feds get away with that? That's just the least
In the streets, the motto now is fuck police
Anywhere I see my enemy, I cock and squeeze

Young Spray, blud, I spit it for the G′s
Done it on the strip all day, whipping up the keys

Sweating for the P's
In the trap house from morning 'til night time, greazy
Look, this life ain′t easy
Trench doing life, man, fuck Little Weezy


And I done a Young Jeezy
But I know a lot of shower man that keep the gun busy
Fresh on the pavement, destined for greatness
Fuck all the haters, they′re destined to hate us
All I want is papers, used to having status
Look how many years them man have had to rate us
Persistence, greatest resistance
From certain man I need to keep a distance
I need to be consistent
All I know is I ain't going back to prison

Nah, no I ain′t going back to jail again
No more bang up, no screws reading my mail again
No more waiting for the judge to give me bail again
I'm on the roads, I′m here to stay, I'm on a rage again

I do this for my brothers cause I love ′em twice
I do this for the gangster life cause it's nothing nice
That's why we buss our gun, it′s not a thing to ride
Police murdered Mark, sure we′ll never blink tonight
My little brother just told me that he's a gangster
Little Ladina just told me that she got cancer
She′s only 21, too young for the casket
She told me life is but a dream, I had to thank her

So fuck niggas, I hug killers

I love winners, plus I got 'nuff dinners

Cuh we the real stars of the clique
All the money and the cars are legit, my bars are the shit

I′m living life fast 'til I quit
Trapping money′s kinda hard to resist
Your car's on my wrist, the guns make it harder to diss
But the murders make it hard to be missed
I'd rather be pitched, than pissed on a pay cut
DVS and Young Spray will make the MOBO′s wake up
The whole industry needs a shake up
No advances from a label, we came into this caked up
Straight, some of my friends like to party

So when you see ′em out, please just see 'em out
Cause if man has gotta come to any parties
You gon′ start to figure out what we be about