Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ TF, Traffic
Album:  Blank Face LP
Song:   Tookie Knows II
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[ScHoolboy Q]
Uhh, we might die for this shit nigga
Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga
Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, niggas said cuz in the first grade
In the shade where the cops can't see us, eighteen tryna dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that gang sweep, now I'm in back of a van and my wrists got a band
Got a number for a name, no name on the visit, no card get accepted now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from? Put the nigga on his pockets, watch the COs, they be watchin'
Countin' noodles for the hustle, county spread for the muscle, couple marks on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on bunk status, shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench press, PC get the Fruit Loop, keep tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck with that nigga? Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I, thank God for the hell I raised cause the nigga that snitched is gonna feel that grave?
Like, ain't nothin' to a loc huh? Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know huh?
They ain't show up to the court huh? But them charges gotta go huh?
A young nigga back on Fig', H-crown on wig, shoe strings say where I'm from
On probation and got my gun, other side goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker I'm gangbangin', uh (got 'em)
 
{*shots fired, people yelling, police sirens, helicopter sounds*}
 
[Traffic]
Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks, blue tee, nigga I keep it G
Nigga in the streets, is where I be, I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep
Me and Floyd, posted on Fig', gettin' it in, and movin' it out
Gettin' it in, and movin' it out, I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks, fiends keep comin', this shit don't stop
When it's war time, niggas get popped, we might die for this shit off tops
My niggas gon' ride for this Crip, no lie, but I ain't dead, yeah nigga, thank God
Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd, punk ass niggas better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch nigga get popped, I'm gon' ride for this shit on Crip
A nigga gon' die for this shit then trip, 4/5th extendo with fifty in the clip
TF by my side, he stupid with this shit, Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me wrong (errt) my nigga, my nigga, my nigga
I'm gangbangin'
 
[TF]
Uh, might go down for this check nigga
Uh, I might die for this set nigga
I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't slippin', niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't Crippin'
Back to back, me and Tiny smack, I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac
Niggas asked "What he signed for?" I got an eightball, I got a Rondo
I got an AK when that bitch spray, it's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail nigga, I was cell livin', gettin' mail in it
I ain't even talkin' mail nigga, Paypals for the cell nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell huh? School of hard knocks, fuck Yale huh?
See me and Traffic like a orca nigga and the black and whites love whale watch
Front line like mailboxes, 5-12, that's the numbers on it
May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only
.45, no numbers on it, scratched down, I'm strapped down
Might go down for this shit, if I don't then I'm racked down
Rank up there with Shaq crown, I got a +Benji Button+ like Brad Pitt
I press that, I'm gettin' rich, I might go down for this shit

{*shots fired, people yelling, police sirens, helicopter sounds*}
 
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
We might die for this shit nigga
Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga
Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, we might die for this shit nigga
Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga
Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, we might die for this shit nigga
Uhh, might go down for this shit nigga
Gang-gangbangin' that Crip shit, we might die for this shit nigga...