crazedSoulja
03-13-2005, 07:05 PM
Hit'em In the middle of the kidneys with a motherfuckin' A-R-15/
spittin'em bullets up in em , empty the whole clip right in they ass , leave em bloody/
not a enemy left standin, just a whole lot of so-called gs buryed underneath da g-r-a-v-e/
Cuz My flow keep catchin' up to these markstas, prankstas and bustas/
None stop, till the end of the day, I finna rip these cowards up none-stop, with my souljahs/
Buck'n at em, muthafucka Imma lyricist, lyrically sweep these muthafuckas/
Toast they guts, leave em all like cigarette butts, smoked/
No remourse ,like T-rock displays, still fliipin these scripts ,pumpin heat locc/
Niggaz is scramblin, when crazed drives up let the uzi- blast these folks/
Fuck em , nigga ain't no love stay biggity biggity ba ba blastin , retaliatin amongst em yo/
Let it go, blaow blaow, Lyrically gunnin' em up, Label me a mutherfuckin' murderous capo/
Stick to that real shit, never turn commercial on these street niggaz, Open fire on the po-po/
Bullet holes through da pigs, through the domain, chest plate & mutherfuckin' stomach/
That's how I roll, like lynch says let em rest in piss, as I droppin, poppin' bitches down in a coffin/
No settle, for less as I post up on the b-l-o-c-k with a infa-red beam & a tech-9 set fo bustin/
Ain't trippen, bitch fuck all yall feel me on this one/
While I braise this verbal action, nigga it;s a 187- off my weaponary tongue/
Uh yeh
Hook--
uh uh ..Im tearin, this shit up
With the vocal-m-16 bustin heat inside the microphone,
killin' the suckers bailin' from the scenery of war,
My Niggaz & Sistahs holdin' down the fort,
Wish you had my skill muthafucka but you just a corpse
a 187 off my weaponary tongue uh uh
yeh...what....
verse 2
Now, As I sustain, bitches with this venemous spit, thuggish product/
Called hip hop ,straight out the box, carryin' loaded lungs braised with lyrical guns/
Punch-lines that poulverize like a muthafuckin hail of bullets, rainin' on these fuckin' chumps/
Um Bound to committ a shoot-out , all upon the boulivard, U wanna act a dumb fuck/
Press yo luck, attempt, it'll be a sinch , to Crash down your progress, like the fact you mopped/
When me & the regime head up the stairs to yo' apartment kick in the door/
Spray at yo, mutherfuckin' strip, cause If you taking me down you goin down as well, down to the floor/
Organs cut up, gushin out bloody-Red scorch/
crazed Yellin, out one more time for the deuce deuce double oh fifth onto the day i fuckin' croak/
I got more hand-grenades in these bars than you thinkin, bitch pull the pin out so I can explode/
On Ya hataz fakerz playin hide & seek , make ya intestines spread out after I strike with these words/
Smashin, niggaz harder than a mallot straight to your fucking forehead, crack your dome/
Put it on my mutherfucking dead homiez, ain't no so-called mc finna overcome my self-explanatory/
Test me , try knock my wordplay, for yo u know thats just it G/
cowards are willin' to mash mines but they windin' up in a c-a-s-k-e-t/
stupid Muthafuckas, gone be consisted with plenty injuries/
sleepin as casualties, in a body bag tossed over to a river creek/
nigga im something obscene, Like T-N-T commin' out from my mentality/
continously destructin , Sendin Lyrical B-u-double l-e-t's on a path seakin/
these weaklings that Be retreatin , in a battle, with souljahs, on front-line beef leavin mutherfuckers scatterin/
No talkin, you laughin get that grill shut down, as the FO-4 Chrome piece slains your mugg session in seconds/
Peep the lesson, as I bust out repeatedly ,again watch 187s errupt all around off my weaponary tongue hits the records//
My niggaz & sistahs holdin' down the fort wish you had my skill muthafucka but you just a corpse/
A 187 off my weaponary tongue, my niggaz & sistahs holdin down the fort wish you had my skill,
but you just a motherfuckin corpse bitch!
spittin'em bullets up in em , empty the whole clip right in they ass , leave em bloody/
not a enemy left standin, just a whole lot of so-called gs buryed underneath da g-r-a-v-e/
Cuz My flow keep catchin' up to these markstas, prankstas and bustas/
None stop, till the end of the day, I finna rip these cowards up none-stop, with my souljahs/
Buck'n at em, muthafucka Imma lyricist, lyrically sweep these muthafuckas/
Toast they guts, leave em all like cigarette butts, smoked/
No remourse ,like T-rock displays, still fliipin these scripts ,pumpin heat locc/
Niggaz is scramblin, when crazed drives up let the uzi- blast these folks/
Fuck em , nigga ain't no love stay biggity biggity ba ba blastin , retaliatin amongst em yo/
Let it go, blaow blaow, Lyrically gunnin' em up, Label me a mutherfuckin' murderous capo/
Stick to that real shit, never turn commercial on these street niggaz, Open fire on the po-po/
Bullet holes through da pigs, through the domain, chest plate & mutherfuckin' stomach/
That's how I roll, like lynch says let em rest in piss, as I droppin, poppin' bitches down in a coffin/
No settle, for less as I post up on the b-l-o-c-k with a infa-red beam & a tech-9 set fo bustin/
Ain't trippen, bitch fuck all yall feel me on this one/
While I braise this verbal action, nigga it;s a 187- off my weaponary tongue/
Uh yeh
Hook--
uh uh ..Im tearin, this shit up
With the vocal-m-16 bustin heat inside the microphone,
killin' the suckers bailin' from the scenery of war,
My Niggaz & Sistahs holdin' down the fort,
Wish you had my skill muthafucka but you just a corpse
a 187 off my weaponary tongue uh uh
yeh...what....
verse 2
Now, As I sustain, bitches with this venemous spit, thuggish product/
Called hip hop ,straight out the box, carryin' loaded lungs braised with lyrical guns/
Punch-lines that poulverize like a muthafuckin hail of bullets, rainin' on these fuckin' chumps/
Um Bound to committ a shoot-out , all upon the boulivard, U wanna act a dumb fuck/
Press yo luck, attempt, it'll be a sinch , to Crash down your progress, like the fact you mopped/
When me & the regime head up the stairs to yo' apartment kick in the door/
Spray at yo, mutherfuckin' strip, cause If you taking me down you goin down as well, down to the floor/
Organs cut up, gushin out bloody-Red scorch/
crazed Yellin, out one more time for the deuce deuce double oh fifth onto the day i fuckin' croak/
I got more hand-grenades in these bars than you thinkin, bitch pull the pin out so I can explode/
On Ya hataz fakerz playin hide & seek , make ya intestines spread out after I strike with these words/
Smashin, niggaz harder than a mallot straight to your fucking forehead, crack your dome/
Put it on my mutherfucking dead homiez, ain't no so-called mc finna overcome my self-explanatory/
Test me , try knock my wordplay, for yo u know thats just it G/
cowards are willin' to mash mines but they windin' up in a c-a-s-k-e-t/
stupid Muthafuckas, gone be consisted with plenty injuries/
sleepin as casualties, in a body bag tossed over to a river creek/
nigga im something obscene, Like T-N-T commin' out from my mentality/
continously destructin , Sendin Lyrical B-u-double l-e-t's on a path seakin/
these weaklings that Be retreatin , in a battle, with souljahs, on front-line beef leavin mutherfuckers scatterin/
No talkin, you laughin get that grill shut down, as the FO-4 Chrome piece slains your mugg session in seconds/
Peep the lesson, as I bust out repeatedly ,again watch 187s errupt all around off my weaponary tongue hits the records//
My niggaz & sistahs holdin' down the fort wish you had my skill muthafucka but you just a corpse/
A 187 off my weaponary tongue, my niggaz & sistahs holdin down the fort wish you had my skill,
but you just a motherfuckin corpse bitch!