Artist: L'A Capone Album: Separate My Self Song: Round Hear Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Its a lot of violence around here So a lot of sirens around here A lot of people dying around here A lot of people crying around here Never lacking keep it on my hip Sneak dissing Is bad for your health You better be prepared around here A lot of people scared around here And they clapping poles around here Catching bodies old around here We just six and O's around here We ain't chasing hoes around here We loyal bros around here Our circle closed around here You can't trust a soul around here Cause them people be in they ear Me and folks in the Range Trying to find a stain Whole block got cane But stay in your lane Cause niggas getting changed Fuck niggas can't hang Allergic to lames They say they Insane Until niggas see brains It seems to plain Them niggas won't bang That shit is insane My niggas in cuts My niggas in trucks They don't give a fuck So keep yo head up Them hitters fed up So you out of luck Off molly and lean That don't mean a thing He swing, I swing My phone it ring Yo bitch pop on my screen Then that's what it is. then that's what it is She feeling the kid,yea she feeling the kid She like how I live I'm busting off pills 600 so real, 600 so real, 600 do drills Don't none of them squeal So hot we can't chill Don't smoke out the seal My niggas forreal [Chorus] And you know I gotta trap So I keep taking naps True pants with the flap Yo mans wanna rap He should give it a nap 600 the best, got shit on my chest That shit ain't a vest Boy I wear mac's and tek's And none of them rest A pussy gets stretched Now I feel like a vet Put niggas in check Better show some respect Cause this where its at I do what I want You do what you can Finna pull out the can Can't wait till he land Cause shorty ain't playing And shorty be spraying Around here understand We the hottest who stand I think I got tans Pull up we so loud We smoke out the pound On this side of town And ima throw down So the plate can go around We gonna eat now I think I lost count Its many mans down I'm ducking the Crowns I wasn't around, I won't make a sound Keep snitches from around Now I'm looking down, and she looking up But I did not fuck, but I got a nut So shorty what's up, you leaving or what Catch me in them cars, or probably the mac Bitch that's where I'm at I love my set Around here you get whacked [Chorus]