Ill-Noize - R.O.D (ft. G) lyrics

[Hook: Ill-Noize] I'm down for my motherf**as Talkin' sh**, Ima roundhouse you mothaf**as Close-line, then elbow drop down on you mothaf**as You pussies think it's funny? Ima clown on you mothaf**as 3 b**hes in the 2-door, smokin' on the backwoods, crusin' down Lake Shore Hit the party 'round 10, don't leave til 4 Then it's back to the crib to turn up some more! [Verse 1: Ill-Noize] This my hatin joint, just like Schoolboy Light another joint, then I hit em with that ill-noize You pouring all your change into the fountain of youth I'm pouring out my bank just to wish a b**h would, bark! So start off on me mothaf**a Here them shots pop off on you mothaf**a Target locked, headshot, on you mothaf**a If you step up in my city with that hard talk mothaf**a Rollin thru these streets with the maestros All about the come up in my city like D Rose When you talk your sh**, you talk about the past I couldn't care less, I've moved on from that Your bullsh** don't phase me, I'm gettin it fast Stackin all this cash, while you sit on your a** You sound so uptight, like there's a stick up your a** & when we see you in the streets, we gon' stick-up your a**! [Hook] [Verse 2: Ill-Noize] Stop playin' like I pressed pause I'll k** you with my bare hands, no paws $50 dollar drawers to hold my balls b**h, I am in effect, no cause, cut your loss Bang! On these b**hes like ba** Stay the f** out my face, because you're just another rat in the race, still stuck in a maze Looking for the cheese, like Cash Rules Everything Around Me! I'm colder than Lake Michigan frozen over Honest a**hole, & I'm rarely sober Red Rover, Red Rover, we swaggin' over here Send your baddest hoe over! The New American Dream to live Tax Free! No Bank Accounts, I got pounds of weed & a money clip, told your honey, "dip," I ain't even want the b**h Stuntin' for the f** of it! [Hook] [Verse 3: G] ? ? ?