The Oath by Young Yadda Lyrics
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga call the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yea they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
I got love for Sheed
Cause he be on the cash
Threw a sack to Chop
Cause he was on his last
But Chop then caught a body
Cause he was on them bags
And he owe that paper
And now we on his ass
My niggas kill to eat
How else we gon last
My man hit Low Low up for me
And I ain’t even ask
See Low Low’s ass was cocky
He thought he was bad
He thought we was scared
But we was on his stash
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga tell the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yea they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
I started selling crack cocaine
When I was just a kid
We wasn’t old enough to fuck
But we was humping still
I had holey hand-me-downs
My mom would make me wear
Until I got brought to the trap
By Baby Ace and Neal
I ain’t have no bills
I was young as fuck
Fiends would lend they cars
Out to us
We was acting up
Got sent to Juvy Hall
But I ain’t have enough
On my release day
I was scheming when I
Was packing up
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga tell the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yea they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
Ain’t no two ways about it
My side of town the loudest
We grew up on that Master P
But we still Bout It Bout it
Ain’t no Burgh without us
We the murder rate
We the ones who bring that
Work in here from out of state
They use to tell us chill
But they was out of place
Chill don’t pay no bills
Man they was in the way
If I can get a deal
I probably still will stay
I don’t know silver platters
But I know nickel plate
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga tell the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yeah they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga call the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yea they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
I got love for Sheed
Cause he be on the cash
Threw a sack to Chop
Cause he was on his last
But Chop then caught a body
Cause he was on them bags
And he owe that paper
And now we on his ass
My niggas kill to eat
How else we gon last
My man hit Low Low up for me
And I ain’t even ask
See Low Low’s ass was cocky
He thought he was bad
He thought we was scared
But we was on his stash
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga tell the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yea they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
I started selling crack cocaine
When I was just a kid
We wasn’t old enough to fuck
But we was humping still
I had holey hand-me-downs
My mom would make me wear
Until I got brought to the trap
By Baby Ace and Neal
I ain’t have no bills
I was young as fuck
Fiends would lend they cars
Out to us
We was acting up
Got sent to Juvy Hall
But I ain’t have enough
On my release day
I was scheming when I
Was packing up
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga tell the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yea they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me
Ain’t no two ways about it
My side of town the loudest
We grew up on that Master P
But we still Bout It Bout it
Ain’t no Burgh without us
We the murder rate
We the ones who bring that
Work in here from out of state
They use to tell us chill
But they was out of place
Chill don’t pay no bills
Man they was in the way
If I can get a deal
I probably still will stay
I don’t know silver platters
But I know nickel plate
Imma hustle til I die
Stick a needle in my eye
If a nigga tell the fedz
Imma shoot him in his head
I got a crew of shooters
So don’t be eyeing me
This ain’t what you want
Yeah they’ll ride for me
I know you ain’t what you say
I know you make believe
You can lie to them
But you can’t lie to me