MOUNT WESTMORE - How Many lyrics

80 Seven we got the block (We got the block)
We got the crack (We got the crack)
We got the money (We got the money)
And we got the straps (yeah)

I hit a lick with a trick
Nigga said he real, but the nigga counterfeit
Alfred, I knew he wouldn't fit
From his outfit, knew he wasn't about shit
But the cow shit, see, y'all allowed shit
To fester
Should've whooped his ass last semester
Like a molester now we in the spot
Motherfuckers comin' to arrest us
It's him, homie, he them, homie
He gon' tell these pigs where we been homie
(Been homie) tender as a tenderoni
Only phony motherfuckers give a testimony
Against the big homie (Big homie)
In front of Judge Ito
When he hit the pen, send a torpedo
Bleedin' on the floor, cuz
He can bury four of us if
He hit the court bus

How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release out of jail)

Four smurkish niggas in a stolie (Stolie)
'Bout to pull a lick with thirty round clips
They finsta backdoor they homie
But he got Ring cameras and
Arsenal like the army
One of the smurkish niggas broad told
The homie they finna rob
To be prepared and stay woke because
They comin' for your throat
They homie they finna rob got some commas
Told his girlfriend and his kids to
Spend a night at her mama's
Turned off the lights and left the TVs on
So it could look like he was home
But he was really gone
He can check the surveillance
Through his phone (Through his phone)
Get notifications when it's on (When it's on)
Driver keep bringing up his newborn daughter
The shooter's wonderin' if he can hold water
'Cause his body type is frail
He can't make it in a cell
Like the opposite of heads, he gon' tell
(Bitch)

How many niggas gon' tell?
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release out of jail)

The main nigga talkin' 'bout he never tell
Now he flossin' in the hood
Leaving a paper trail
Lying-ass nigga going straight to Hell
First time I heard about his shit
I ain't take it well
Nigga in the hood tellin' everybody
Baby mama in a brand-new Maserati (Ooh-whee)
Told the side nigga she was fuckin' with me
Funky dog head, nothing-ass bitch
Now the word out
The feds knockin' at your daddy house
Meeting at the park, after dark
Nigga didn't even try and play it smart
Couldn't play his part
Snitch-ass nigga got the same heart
Police talkin' that jail time
It was smoke you a cig
And tuck your tail time you's a bitch
Nigga tellin' on everybody on the stand
Judge said "Point him out"
That nigga use both hands

How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release out of jail)

They try to turn you against me
Him against you
Make us enemies, then we all crew
Now what happened? It's no big mystery
Homeboy, you need to know your history
It's too bad, 'cause when we got the crack
You made money off the hood
But did you ever give it back?
Used it like poison, brought all your boys in
Automatic weapons make a lot of noise when
Motherfuckers come through
Straight tryin' to jump you
Tryna take your block, niggas tryna punk you
You make a lot of money off them junkies
It's a fact all you gotta do is keep
The monkey on they back
The thug life gave us a reason to fight
You get caught in there snitchin'
You might lose your life
But no matter what you say
No matter what you do
If we all stick together
We can all pull through

How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release out of jail)