"The Peckin' Order" as written by O'shea Jackson, Marlin Carls Demby and Timothy Titus Walker....
"In The Deep Dark Bowls of the
Underworld order must be maintained.
Without a strict and unforgiving
Chain of command chaos is inevitable"

Whats up youngsta since your the new booty
And don't know nothin' I gotta show ya bout
The peckin' order.
Its the order in how we do
Things and move things.
See somebody gonna
Tell you what to do after I tell that
Motherfucker what to do.

It's the peckin' order (echo)
It's the peckin' order (echo)

We got the power to make you niggas sour
Big fish, whale like itchy cower
Steppin' out the shower it's the peckin' order
Ax ya daughter how we peck, inspect
High class ass the projects
Push my Lex to the California range
Southern lane
Infamous skeems is on the brain for my connect game
Put a strain on every leak and I chain (that's right)
We all get ?
Take a svornnotes to make a see notes
Doin' all tha howdy bullshit floats and niggas don't
Some niggas don't gangsta paradise say nothin' nice
Yeah we livin' so tight we need Jesus in our lives

It's the peckin' order
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things

Havin' heavy in the course whit the world of depression
Messin' wit the wrong bitches never learn our lesson
Stressin', no guessin', never question even when we playin'
We testin', confession
Do you still want to meet wit the killers
Hold accountable for anything you repeat
It's the peckin' order, ask your daughter how we peck
When we smoke you it's your best friend we suspect

It's the peckin' order
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things

Now come on, come on partner, come on.
(it's the pecking order)
I don't want to hear none of that shit man,
All that cryin' and beggin' and shit.
To be honest whit you that shit really don't even
Affect me in no kind of way partner.
You wastin' your motherfuckin' time.
(it's the pecking order)
Lets get this shit goin', lets get it over wit
Come on back here, back here, I can't make no motherfuckin' mess right here
Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself.
I know you want a motherfuckin' open casket
Where your people can see you and kiss on you.
But you are pissin' me off
And I will blow noodles out you motherfuckin' head
And none of that happens after that
So come back here, come on, right
Come on, ey but you know, one more thing before I do this


It's the peckin' order (echo)
It's the peckin' order (echo)
It's the peckin' order (echo)

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"The Peckin' Order" as written by Timothy Titus Walker O'shea Jackson

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