歌词
A lot of niggas like a bitch in they blood, so they claim to be hard
So they can hit with the slug and they slugs change it all
But everyone in the hood used to think you was hard
But it's hard to think when your brain in a coffin
My mother came when I blast the mag
I put one's up in your frame in a casket bag
I put one's up in your brain in a plastic bag
And whatever parts remain, I know Ras can have 'em
You catch hell then the after city's concrete
They full of monkeys and money hungry zombies
We don't spit regular shit on a crunk beat
It's boring like watching 50's lunch date
I'd rather see a big teeth get sunk deep
You cannot jump for me, so there's a done deal
You don't want it with me, you might as well bungee jump
Head first off a building and get hurt, weak knot
Can I get an amen? (Amen)
You fucking with me boy, you can get your face caved in
On a plat West Craven, my strap's chest craving
The crack chest pains when they act that brave
And I, got all the muffins, Moby Dick
Let me push it inside of you
Nothing but sin and blood gushing inside of you
I'm in addition, putting bullets inside of you
Is what I would do, if I was you, I really wouldn't fuck with me
Playing me like a bitch, this shit'll get dirty
If I up the thang, thang finna get bloody
When shit hit the fan man, shit get bloody
And when it go down, I'm gorgeous man
If you runnin', they won't start, you more than man
If you run up and just look up in the morning man
I take you to my world, a mortuary man
I hit your block with your head wide open
Out the window with my AK smoking
Broke hoes can't dope these smokes until the hocus pocus
See your motherfucking dough is bogus
And you know it's bogus
'Cause that's how it is and that's how it has to be
And I'ma stomp out these motherfuckers from laugh to the knee
When I bust all the glass in your plastic Caprice
It's a tragedy, temperature bringin' a lyrical catastrophe
I hit the block with the Glock and that's how it has to be
The right price'll blow your brains in the passenger seat
You got that gun and you scared that you buckin' past to me?
It's a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be
Or I'ma have to see, how you layin'
Right beside him in your casket, please
Tell them sucker MC's we having majesty
Baptized in the blood of 2Pac and Jesus
Hollows from my Glock and your Glock releasing
Niggas from my block and your block deceasing
Can't stop and won't stop because we still breathing
Cock back and pop niggas, pop, it's so easy
Run up and burn up a nigga house when he sleeping
Turn up and turn up the music loud when he screaming
Run up in your house and snatch both of your nieces
Sawed-off buck, put all of your teeth in
One nigga jump, bitch, all us beefing
One of y'all jump, bitch, all y'all bleeding
All y'all bleeding
Never knew the real reason what I'm shooting you for
Get off your knees while you're praying to God
It's too late to repent, better off praying to Lucifer
What I'ma use you for? Ten G's, I'll do you for
Another five, I'll do you good, I'll lose your good
I ain't killing y'all by myself, I'm like OJ, it's two of us
Get it? Two of us
I won't hesitate to numb you, bruh, I won't hesitate to bun you, bruh
I got a message, when you get the head?
Ask the bitch nigga what he killed my uncle for
Yeah
I come through strapped up with two TEC-9's
I wish a motherfucker try to come and test mine
I put this gat so close to your back spine
When I clap iron, bitch, your back flying
I'm kinda getting tired of selling crack dimes
Or sitting up in my house tryna sack pines
Or running through my hood from the one time
Who sometimes supply the dime for me to grind
I just wanna know, do you feel me now?
Cock that thang, throw it in the sky
I'ma let that bitch loose if you niggas try
Tell them ho ass niggas I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared to ride, I ain't scared to tunt
My semi-automatic leaving niggas bunt
A couple motherfuckers got hit with the gun
The other motherfuckers working from the oak tree home
Bitch, I'm Dirty Slum, so I ride around with a rusty pump
A few of the county coats, buck in the trunk
When the war pop off, I'm the first to dump
34'S in your chest like Olajuwon
Ain't no stopping when Mariah coming at you chump
I'm the reason for the bleeding while you acting dumb
'Cause my hollows had you howling at the top
While your lungs are filled with skunk
My K a heat seek and knock a nigga off his feet
And leave him face down on this hot concrete
If this bitch want beef
Then me and my niggas creepin', knocking off his whole street
Good grief, you get the picture?
Now motherfucker, get your issue
'Cause soon as I get you, I'm using my pistol
To carve and split you, and scar your tissue, you bitch you
Cockin' deadly niggas for dollars, that's my motto
Eliminate pussy niggas with pistols popping hollows
This the Alabama, fuck your bandanna, here the block go
For busting concussions resemble motherfucking potholes
Man, I'm just a pussy eater, won't get it either
Number one, I hit like
In the midst of the trigger clicking, niggas bitching for dear life
Be prepared and void the clip, I'm tearing it down and through y'all
Come and cope with the clip, that's when
The click sit and blow your roof off
Who thought, symbols I brought you on
You jumping out here to choke 'em and then pumping out two y'all
You fucking faggots can't hack it, ass backwards like RuPaul
Remember my nigga, you trembling, get your chest blew off
These rules and regulations to you that you apply
So cuz, what's popping? Your other option is to die
You couldn't resist to get blitzed at the drop of a dime
But I came for the cheese, so motherfucker, why try?
Nigga, I never heard to get murdered, I'm who you're serving
So the word that you pussy is to serve with this Uzi
Don't do me, you motherfuckers anger me then I'ma gut ya
Blow your boat out the structure to show you that I can touch ya
Fuck ya, dirty yard, it'll hit 'em hard
Split 'em apart when I let it off, but you be better off
With flesh floating open in the ocean
Hoes hoping your nose is still smoking
HV, nigga, Riverside
I'll get you motherfuckers hogtied if niggas ever try
I give a fuck what them men do, what you been through
Why you went to the pen, dude, or who you kin to
Simple, I'm a fool, black
Shoot back where your kids go to school at
It's hard to react when the MAC go click-clack
With four shots in your skull and your bitch back, get gat
