Headbeat

Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)

About mine

Y'all know how we do it

Yeah ('bout mine)This is for them soldiers (keep it goin')

All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)

I've got so much trouble on my mind

Refuse to lose

I got my windows seedy, county line's still on

Now what the hell is goin' on?

This nigga been around the world and back

And it's a lesson to be learned in that

A lot of paper to be earned in that

But I still couldn't discern the fact

That the life ain't gotta be like that

So hold it down



(Chorus)

(I'ma pop mine)

Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it

(Gonna keep it on)

I ill, I'll be about it

(It's just the beginning)

Yes, I feel G about it

(Who could be with me?)

Wouldn't be without it

When I think about it, who gon' be down?

(Who will be down?)

When I was young in my neighbourhood

I sold straps cos the pay was good

Guess u understand me nigga

When the demands get bigga

Always something wrong with the picture

That’s when it hits ya Seventeen years old, ain't no need to be rollin'

In a big body Benz that's stolen

All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now

The grind is somethin' that you gotta stay real about



I doubt I'd change a thing about my life, except these haters

I'd take 'em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights

And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot

Can't even see no peace and quiet

So I decided misery I'll deal with myself

Ain't no need for me to be involved with nobody else

I'll chase my wealth across these continents

Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this?

Bitch nigga, be 'bout it



(Chorus - 3x)



(Rap by Vandalz)

Now who be lettin' them heads loose, aimin' off the roof

It's the new millennium and I still ain't feelin' 'em

I'm Y2-AK, ready, hands steady

Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas

Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas

To the clique I'm dedicated, 'bout, blunted and faded

Bitch please

Ask a nigga, squeeze the young G

Situation turned drastic, I'm pullin' out plastic



So bring the beat cuz I'm a bastard

Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic

Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin' street

Psychotic, leave the mic, it's idiotic

Bring ya heat if you 'bout it

Watch 'em inhale butane and spit hot flames



Thug, so I'm stayin' heated

But fuck the trouble that it's caused

We part insane, mentally

With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison

To innocent citizens

Violent militants, check the currency on my pistol for them

Decided we out



(Chorus)

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Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it

I ill, I'll be about it

Yes, I feel G about it

Wouldn't be without it

When I think about it, who gon' be down?



Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it

I ill, I'll be about it

Yes, I feel G about it

Wouldn't be without it

When I think about holding it down

Holding it down