IDK – Maryland Ass Nigga (feat. Swizz Beatz)


Third district sayin’, "Turn yourself in now ’cause we got the gun"
You’ll never catch me (ha,) you’ll never catch me
Runnin’ pockets, gang gang (oh!)
[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
I ain’t have to do it, but I did it still (woo)
The first one in my family to see the
[Chorus: Jay IDK]
Boss said I had a warrant, I said, "You a lie"
Don’t make me put a hit out on you (bop, bop, bop)
Runnin’ church, mama say I don’t even pay attention anyway (real)
We don’t give a fuck about you (right)
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz]
Oh you actin’ hard?
Don’t make me and my niggas come through (woo!)

Don’t make me and my niggas come through (yeah)
The bad apple that dangled up on the fam’s tree
(Right) What I’m s’posed to do? Call God now?
Ski mask, coat and boots make me look like a tall athlete
Get your hands above your fuckin’ heads! PG County Police!
Call God now? What I’m s’posed to do? (Yeah)
We (yeah)

But I’m sorry, them same wrongs help me write this song
Oh you actin’ hard now? (Oh)
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know
Goddammit!
Hit the alley, then I hit 12 with the okie doke (haha)
We (yeah)
That’s messed up…
When I hit, she my bitch when she think she my boo
We don’t give a fuck about you
Where the hoes at? Yeah, and not the navajos
Okay, runnin’ halls, runnin’ school, runnin’ home
After church, call the clique, smoke the spliff, hit the lick, split the shit
That’s fucked up, I know, but fuck that, I’m grown
My fruit been forbidden, you niggas ain’t gotta ask Eve

Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Woo!)
To keep me studyin’ history in their teepee
Told my job that I quit, tell the truth, I got fired
Your homie on your block’ll get it too
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know you (oh!)
A’s too, mama and Martin just wasn’t able
I ain’t have to do it, but I did it still (Oh)
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know you (right)
Tell a ho that I love her when the shit ain’t true
Skippin’ Spanish with your bitch like vamanos
So they lose every time that they thinkin’ they ’bout to bag me
Take this check, buy some kicks, man it’s it, yeah that’s it (right)
Penitentiary when I shoulda been seein’ C’s, B’s

Your homie on your block’ll get it too (woo!)
Check my voicemail prior, guess who the shit was from
Oh goddamn, yes the hell I am
I’m tryna right my wrongs
Stick a middle-class kid in a bad school and that’s me (hi)
My description was a 5’9" nigga with mild acne

[Intro]
I used to hit it in the kitchen when my mama not home
Ballin’ to be like 2K, no Raz B

Don’t make me put a hit out on you (oh!)
Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Oh)
At night, hit the lick with the toasty toast
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know
[Chorus: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz]
I’ma run up in your house just to say I can
[Verse 2: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz]