Off The Land by Sha Hef Lyrics
[Intro: $ha Hef]
Once again it's on
Ah
Back at it
[Verse 1: $ha Hef]
Quinine in my cuticles
Just left another funeral
Corner is my office, I can't post up in no cubicle
Sell it, I can't tell it, you ain't from it, I can't do to you
Shootouts every other, ain't engaging in computer feuds
Suck on a nigga, suck the clip
Don't know who you fucking with
Hit a lick, we tucked the bitch
She sucked me then she bust a script
She love me, I don't trust a bitch
AR with the rubber grip
Try me, get his mother hit
You be on some lover shit
I be on some other shit
That's just how the streets made me
Grew up in my mother house
Let her tell 'em the streets raised me
Glizzy with the ladder
I squeeze it if even she play me
Let a nigga earn on his block, as long as he pay me
Plug doin' whole sale, caught 'em like Odell
Told 'em that I won't fail, trappin' out the hotel
[Hook]
We was taught to get it off the land
All my niggas get it off the grams
Get it hand-to-hand
I been with my niggas since the sand
All my niggas get it hand-to-hand
We get it off the land
[Verse 2: $ha Hef]
Tap a nigga pockets for the fuck of it
Been on a lotta shit
But never catch me on no sucka shit
Can't even trust myself, how can I trust a bitch
Talk a lotta coke, but I can tell you never touched a brick
Smokin' on some shit nobody smokin' in my whole state
Used to break it down but now we sellin' 'em the whole Plate
Once she say she love then I'm tellin' her to hold weight
Let her touch the work and now she sniffin' up the whole Plate
If trappin' was a sport, then I'd be number 1, All-state
Pull up just to serve yo' ass a brick, it was all fake
Fiends say my last batch was fire, it was all base
Don't to my last 3 zips and it was all shake
Rip brought it all back, flip to a tall stack
Look, get your girl snatched
Flinch get your skull blapped
[Hook]
We was taught to get it off the land
All my niggas get it off the grams
Get it hand-to-hand
I been with my niggas since the sand
All my niggas get it hand-to-hand
We get it off the land
[Verse 3: Marc Mavri¢k]
Yeah, I ain't with no sucka shit
D's rush the crib, shit know I'm flushin' shit
Ain't tryna see the cuffs, I'm out here crushin' shit
I'm gettin' frequent calls, why would I duck a bitch
Lijah like I'm all E, you don't really know me
Fuck you if you owe me
I don't need no [codeine?]
Crook heads if you cross me
Had 'em billies swarm B
I don't even gangbang
Niggas know I slang thang
Niggas know these nuts hang
So they keep they mouth shut
I don't even tote guns
Niggas know my clouts up
Says she wanna get down
Told her put that mouth up
If a nigga get knocked
She gon' put that house up
Black bean, [burnt guts?]
You should know I curve sluts
Out here servin' cold cuts
'Til a nigga blows up
[Hook]
We was taught to get it off the land
All my niggas get it off the grams
Get it hand-to-hand
I been with my niggas since the sand
All my niggas get it hand-to-hand
We get it off the land
Once again it's on
Ah
Back at it
[Verse 1: $ha Hef]
Quinine in my cuticles
Just left another funeral
Corner is my office, I can't post up in no cubicle
Sell it, I can't tell it, you ain't from it, I can't do to you
Shootouts every other, ain't engaging in computer feuds
Suck on a nigga, suck the clip
Don't know who you fucking with
Hit a lick, we tucked the bitch
She sucked me then she bust a script
She love me, I don't trust a bitch
AR with the rubber grip
Try me, get his mother hit
You be on some lover shit
I be on some other shit
That's just how the streets made me
Grew up in my mother house
Let her tell 'em the streets raised me
Glizzy with the ladder
I squeeze it if even she play me
Let a nigga earn on his block, as long as he pay me
Plug doin' whole sale, caught 'em like Odell
Told 'em that I won't fail, trappin' out the hotel
[Hook]
We was taught to get it off the land
All my niggas get it off the grams
Get it hand-to-hand
I been with my niggas since the sand
All my niggas get it hand-to-hand
We get it off the land
[Verse 2: $ha Hef]
Tap a nigga pockets for the fuck of it
Been on a lotta shit
But never catch me on no sucka shit
Can't even trust myself, how can I trust a bitch
Talk a lotta coke, but I can tell you never touched a brick
Smokin' on some shit nobody smokin' in my whole state
Used to break it down but now we sellin' 'em the whole Plate
Once she say she love then I'm tellin' her to hold weight
Let her touch the work and now she sniffin' up the whole Plate
If trappin' was a sport, then I'd be number 1, All-state
Pull up just to serve yo' ass a brick, it was all fake
Fiends say my last batch was fire, it was all base
Don't to my last 3 zips and it was all shake
Rip brought it all back, flip to a tall stack
Look, get your girl snatched
Flinch get your skull blapped
[Hook]
We was taught to get it off the land
All my niggas get it off the grams
Get it hand-to-hand
I been with my niggas since the sand
All my niggas get it hand-to-hand
We get it off the land
[Verse 3: Marc Mavri¢k]
Yeah, I ain't with no sucka shit
D's rush the crib, shit know I'm flushin' shit
Ain't tryna see the cuffs, I'm out here crushin' shit
I'm gettin' frequent calls, why would I duck a bitch
Lijah like I'm all E, you don't really know me
Fuck you if you owe me
I don't need no [codeine?]
Crook heads if you cross me
Had 'em billies swarm B
I don't even gangbang
Niggas know I slang thang
Niggas know these nuts hang
So they keep they mouth shut
I don't even tote guns
Niggas know my clouts up
Says she wanna get down
Told her put that mouth up
If a nigga get knocked
She gon' put that house up
Black bean, [burnt guts?]
You should know I curve sluts
Out here servin' cold cuts
'Til a nigga blows up
[Hook]
We was taught to get it off the land
All my niggas get it off the grams
Get it hand-to-hand
I been with my niggas since the sand
All my niggas get it hand-to-hand
We get it off the land