Outro - Lil Jay

STL, till the death of me

I got more stripes than referee

Nigga think about testing me

We can get it bustin' like ecstasy

Ain’t no bitch up in my heart

Ain’t no hoes up in my squad

I love my shooters from the S

I love my killers from the MOB

And my lil hitters from TW

They give you the blues

Give that 30 to Lil Bubba and he don’t play by no rules

But folks been tryna catch a body

Catch you lackin' going to school

Still talking?

Bitch we never snitch

That’s something we don’t do

And I’m screaming free them guys

Till they let them niggas home

Free Lil Mikey, Brick and Justo, yeah, they’ll get you gone

Screaming free the fucking guys until they let my niggas home

Free PeeWee C

Fall fifty shots and go

To real niggas that’s real

And will kill a nigga anywhere

They’ll change a nigga like a spare

Tookaville on the map

Run up on me, you a fool

There’s nine times outta ten, yeah I got that move

Poppin by the hood bitch

You know I keep that tool

And shout out to my hitters on the duece

My niggas catchin bodies

Bitch we win and never lose

And shout out to K.I.

— she put a couple niggas on the news

Off the zans and the drink, yea bitch I’m so high

Lots of feathers on the plane, yea bitch I’m so fly

And I’m still die R for both sides

If I catch a young dummy I swear to God he gonna die

I do this shit for real

I’m trying to check a mil without without a deal

You betta open your eyes, this shit for real

No lackin, don’t get your ass killed

If you come outside with no steel lackin', you gonna get your ass drilled

My niggas never fold, never squeal

We get locked up, then we making bail

Free the guys that’s locked down in them cells

And RIP my fallen soldiers that got killed