II Tone - Heen Bout It lyrics

[Hook: T-Rock] He talk alot about the game but he ain't got it Heen got it He talk alotta gangsta sh** but he ain't 'bout it Heen 'bout it Come test my gangsta lil buddy like we ain't rowdy Watch me empty out the clip and leave the murder scene cloudy p**y n***a ya ain't 'bout it, he ain't 'bout it Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it He ain't ride it He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it He ain't 'bout it Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it He ain't ride it He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it (Young David n***a, Area 51 in this motherf**er) [Verse 1: T-Rock] You got my back and you see Rebels who strapped to the teeth We come in peace, but get wrong And get body bagged for the beef .44 mag is a beast Pop at yo a**, you deceased Leave you lay flat in the street Yo head and toe-tag 'em to sleep No love in my heart (?) Now that I'm heartless and grown Don't leave yo artist alone He ain't really harder than stone I'm a fool with the infra beam When I put it right to a n***as spleen Burn flesh up like n***a (?) Cut heads off like guillotines You don't wanna see tips fly when I blast ya You ready? You about to meet the eyes of the master Fakin' on the mic about the money Motherf**er you a counterfeit I promise I despise the reactor And to you p**y n***as tryin' to take n***a name Get the f** up out the game, recognize I been nice I'm gettin' (?) and kilos You try to underplay a n***a ego With the knife to yo windpipe You in the grace of David You really wanna face the greatest? I raise the hatred Give up ... the faces The art of war nobody today is greater ... daily basis (?) engages In the hands of k**ers who parade the places Robbin' motherf**ers ... in all ... co*k gauge and waste ya [Hook: T-Rock] [Verse 2: II Tone] Look I do this for the streets just to keep you on yo toes Cause you n***as with the sh** and you gossip like some hoes Where the Benz? Where the pounds? Never seen you on a town (?) in the hood can make it rain with milli rounds I'mma keep on comin', never runnin', ten toes in these streets n***as lie about it everyday but that's the way we eat Have you ever bust a gun, seen a n***a gasp for breath? Eyes rollin' in his head, walkin' to the light of d**h Mean muggin', Glock huggin', see I'm ready for you k**ers See it's life or d**h so watch yo step Won't be no sh** bag n***a Cold-hearted like a snake and you n***as think it's fun Got nothing to prove, ain't sh** to lose, like rebel with a gun Angel dreamin', realisin' that a n***a gon' maintain With the clouds of purple-yurple and a b**h on c**aine Like a lie about yo life cause you want a ghetto pa** You gon' make a n***a like me run into yo a** [Hook: T-Rock] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] BLAY! I am Lord Infamous, it's so ridiculous How fast I pull out this trigger and hit ya Lil trick you don't want me to come get up with ya Cause I will erase your punka** out the picture Samurai split ya, .44 lit ya Do not approach cause the locals will get ya Rumblin' rough as rowdy as wizards Kami Kaze, split you like scissors Goons and goblins, mobbers, robbers Where I'm from they throb for victims Tag 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em to the river After k**ers sick 'em It don't matter mane, just pick 'em Put 'em in a bag and zip 'em Aimin' 50, catch you slippin' 223 start to rip 'em n***a you got it all f**ed up You think I will put this only on guts Better go and catch a cut Before I crank this chainsaw up Slugs you will swallow I fill you with hollows Yo n***as would follow There is no tomorrow When I crank this auto I hit the drank bottle And leavin' yo bodies in the grotto No n***a's safe, no n***a's straight That's the Scarecrow motto And f**in' with k**ers that jack car b**h Then you hit the lotto I hear you spooky, I hear you tough, I hear you really bad But you just beggin' like b**h with this heat in yo a** [Hook: T-Rock]