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Stalley - Always Into Something Lyrics

(Intro)
Elevate my fuckin' game

(Hook)
A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin')
Always into sumthin'
Yellin' 'fuck the police' (fuck the police!)
Like I'm straight up outta Compton
Real niggas don't die! (no, no)
Appetite for destruction
Just a nigga with an attitude (dope)
Always into sumthin'

(Verse 1: Stalley)
Impala on 8s, dope boys on crates
Swiss movement on watch, forty five on the waist
Got 1 million dolla hustle, a rich nigga face
White coke & ina, rack it up on the plate
Alpina Beemer with the cavalier plates
(My niggas dribble down them VA on the run from the DEA)
That's when niggas wore button-ups and white ups like
HOVA, and errybody had yay befo 808 and Heartbreak
The streets was a shark tank, put money in the gold link
And loyalty was errything!
Yo lady held ya down, with or without a weddin' ring
Sellin' dope wasn't settlin'
If ya could smoke it, they was sellin' it
Hard grind peddlin'
A street nigga pedigree, tryin' to leave a kingpin legacy
Pockets fat like lettuce, thank ya to the heavenly
Father fo them dollas, I got it straighter than the letter T

(Hook)
A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin')
Always into sumthin'
Yellin' 'fuck the police' (fuck the police!)
Like I'm straight up outta Compton
Real niggas don't die! (no, no)
Appetite for destruction
Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)
Always into sumthin'

(Verse 2: Stalley)
Dope man, dope man, that's what they yellin'
Pockets full o' stones and an automatic weapon
Teenage outlaws, rebels without cause
Lost in this jungle, but errybody is flawed
Middle finger to the law! Best friends lay in malls
And they wonder why our attitude's raw
A real nigga neva take a fall, that's on God
Or neva take on the false facade
Befo that happens, niggas blocks getting tanked off
Appetite fo destruction! That's how we all function
And we get it how we live, even if it's gun bustin'
Number crunching with eight balls fo fiends luncheon
Anything to keep from ribs touchin'
Rims bumping, I blame it on Cube
He says it gets funky, a subject and a predicate
F* the police, that's a gangster nigga's etiquette
And this nine filled with cop killas that's sittin' on my hip

(Hook)
A hundred miles and runnin' (runnin', runnin')
Always into sumthin'
Yellin' 'fuck the police' (fuck the police!)
Like I'm straight up outta Compton
Real niggas don't die! (no, no)
Appetite for destruction
Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)
Always into sumthin'