OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
Word on the street Im a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
Ok, we started catching felonies and bank here
Riding through the hood in a hot box
In 96, in the hood, had a trap house
Every day cruise through the city, crack rock
I got pills in my pocket and a bank roll
Everybody try me, I dont let the thing go, bust it
I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin
Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing
Came through busting, I respect that
You violate a mandatory nigga, break that
Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad
Now the undercover people left for dead
They came with the OGs hanging, OZs hanging
Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing
Word on the street Im a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson