Tonart: C major
Verse 1
A
3, 5, 4, boom, cause I came to slam, god damn,
it's time for you to learn about the man
I beat punks off, persuade niggas to pick a place,
only one, here comes the gun to your fucking face
Cause I kick deep when I creep through the streets,
and if a chance I happen to fall asleep
Don't try to wipe me,
Lord forbid I got a grudge
on these white folks
For holding my niggas and
forcing niggas to sell dope
So I must flush in a rush, all this hush hush
I'd rather hear some noise when
I go for the bump rush
Strike one, strike two,
motherfucker strike three
Words from that nigga
DMG, yeah you remember
Jake
Six ones, how I stand,
a hundred and sixty pounds
Pretty good with my flanks
when I be getting down
Call me good, call me bad,
they call me what you want
Cause any way that it goes,
I still get what I want
Take out him, take out you,
take out your fucking crew
Pop a soda, pop a brew,
and pop a honky -toot
Resurrect, you can bet that
I can break a neck
With my hands in demand,
but I ain't finished yet
I got the skills to deal when I feel
On the real, the real,
I kill when my lyrics bring dollar bills
I break some off, break some off,
something proper
Prop it up or something like a
Burger
King
Whopper
I ain't bullshitting
645 -1391 is the number you can call to
reach a nigga with megaballs
Never bullshit, just toss me another clip
So I can like feel the shit and
swallow up a niggas lips
I got em sold, got em sold, got em sold up
Tear a niggas dome up,
watch a nigga float up
DM to a motherfuckin'
J
Hardcore motherfucker
when approached by an
MC
Homicidal black man,
suicidal trigger man
Minister society,
I ain't takin' no shorts man
Niggas call me lunatics,
bitches call me ludicrous
Fags call me doublish,
but I'm stickin' to a lunatic
As I transfer, lyrics bad as cancer
Beats stay ahead, yeah, I've been waitin'
to chance ya, huh
Right now I'm rollin' like a light
Say these niggas gettin' fucked
So these niggas gettin' smacked
By my presence I'm in the
essence of a nigga
The one that pull triggers
And if he's bigger
Then I'm pullin' another trigger, huh
Six eights, how he stood for libido
Hands fat as bricks
Enough to shatter your windows
Two or three slugs in his face
Then he fell square
Seven more shots to the dick
Put it in the dirt,
cause in the gutter woman say you never see a chicken
And
DMG's on his hand, I ain't bullshittin'
Uh, yeah, uh
I ain't bullshittin'
Uh, yeah, uh
No clubs out till my nigga first up
Be quick, score face, mad run,
rest in peace my nigga
I love you man, and I'm out
You
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