Flesh-n-bone - Empty The Clip lyrics

(feat. Afta Maff) [Afta Maff] Hey, let me hear that first Nineteen-ninety Afta Cleveland up in this muthaf**a Afta Maff up in this muthaf**a, b**h Flesh-N-Bone Son of a b**h, you'll be runnin' up all the time Tryin' to test my hood I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good Punk b**h, I wish you would, and flippin' the script And pop in my clip, and puttin' my pump-pump on ya And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes And now that a** is a f**in' goner You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors So b**h, you be guardin' your grill for real My n***as got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-b**hes off You f**in' around with the big boss And I always got my Nina Ross Ain't catchin' a n***a slippin' up at the lights So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky As I unload my clip, and thuggin' up in the Land And ya know we straight hustlas, and Never to be no bustas, and (?) say f** ya (Gunfire) Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come down n***as better not slippin', come again ? n***as better not slip when I'm up to no good Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come [Afta Maff] Afta Maff's comin' down your a** With the aerial strike body snatchin' me? And deadly close and copper stress Gettin' away is slight And I ask myself what's the reason for That treason that you committed Open up k**in' season, now it's time To get your f**in' wig splitted Playa haters be makin' me relax into a dead spell again Somebody should have told them f**in' With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic Thought through my brain waves Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome Flashbacks of me diggin' graves Torturin' slaves in the days Losin' my grip on reality, paranormal combat Hollow points always givin' me a flawless fatality Even bustin' at shadows is a muthaf**a's? Lettin'Kamikaze and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin' you b**hes' Dome with the chrome and infrared scan To stick clear is a safety tip From the docks to the Clair Me and my and n***as is emptyin' clips (clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips) (Inserting of clips, co*king of gun, gunshots) [Flesh] You n***as pop off at the mouth Time to stop or shots drop they a** Make 'em shut up they lip When we empty the clip on the Double Glock Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff Look out, my n***as, can't go when drop down my time Time to get it, hit it, grindin' on the double nine Find plenty ways to get the money, me money 'Cause then I'm a splurge on my kind Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthaf**in' Bone Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that chrome Hopped in the (?) headed for the north Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound Kick, pump rounds, spit off my rounds Hop on my block, gotta get this click But they're stickin' their guns to me Thought that they got me, but I'm not, see Murder? that glock pop pop bullets Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for The people that I'm buckin' they lay Put 'em in a grave Away they stay shot the f** up When my n***as they spray Should he pray to be saved? Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue Pop a lip on my corner, n***a, you's a goner Mo Thug be the n***as who test you, put you to rest Fool, and there ain't nothin' you can do to stop me From makin' this call up to my dogs Racin' over with the heat and makin' Sure that you takin' a fall All y'all want f** with Flesh and the Afta Maff Then well, learnin' my lesson with this Wesson I'm a empty the clip on my weapon If a playa hater want to keep on stressin' Murder mo, murder mo... Mo murda, mo murda, come come again Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff 'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds And ain't snatched but then? While your soul slowly gets reincarnated But it's evident you heard the possibilities But you was over-estimated And you expected me to look deep in your eyes And bow down to scandalous way But see survival be one of the reasons thugs Be packin' their sh** for protection When situations are life and d**h A real true gon' result to elimination For instance, I'm on the block Servin' stones to dope fiends Droppin' them dubs down 'til this knucklehead Wannabe thug tried to test my nuts for the showdown So I grabbed my security blanket, n***a My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles Spit out them hollow point tips 'Cause they're still rollin' for me And now they aimin' for me But my b**h, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin' See, n***as be thinkin' they got the game - All sewed up and ready maintain I'm pullin' the trigger to blow out your brain Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane Soldiers ride against the terror (co*king of gun, emptying of clip)