Spit again is on yo set, on deck
Sound Bombing three with my dudes
Mr. Choc, Big Cyphs (rob ya all day, yeah, what)
[Verse 1]
Lord some boy gon' get dead tonight
Licking p**y oh boy didn't I man?
Oh boy one, test ten if he come try
Many Morroco suffer, many Morroco die
Semi-autos to stutter bucka, bucka, bbucka
Calling popo for cover, rhyming with Cocoa Brovaz
Pure murder since the day of discover
One-of-a-kind never find another
Spit rhymes like no other
Sick line grip chrome nines with rubber
Get high in public, ride in trucks puffing
Slide in clubs scutting, who*e hunting, start buzzing
'Till sun grows something, google on something
Ya'll lame like ruffin' s**y something it don't nothing
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
(Fire Bun) man I deal what the f** Rick
Mack 11 on ya now ya traffic touch with
Ya gun know check the steal on ya guns
With the world wide champion k**er sound
Yeah yeah boy, who you wanna rump with?
So you can call the police on some clap sh**
You ain't gangster I live by the street code
Been told never let beef grow old, get rid of that
Like prince crime pistols muzzle' em up
Half of a man on the dash, trucks guzzle it up
Like I'm highway hustling hazing it up
Star and Buck ain't the only n***as heatin' it up
[Hook]
[Bridge 1]
It's like murder (scared boy gangster run away)
It's like murder (informer boy informer)
[Bridge 2] x3
No, no, no don't take from now and then
Can't test the sound, so boy we run you outta town
[Verse 3]
Lord some boy gon' get dead tonight
Grimy of the never since I been out the light
In the eyes of the media, f**'em yo
I'm still out in public taking the dough
Got a fiend for the right guard with hands like apes
For the strips from the plate gorilla smack ya face
Rhyme a day no rhyme but it's nine to spray
Keep a safe full of bail money just in case
[Verse 4]
The routs we take have us on the run from Jake
The rules we break keep us on the move for cake
n***as can't wait to hate, DJ's dub my plate
These days the PJ's ain't safe
Weed smoke clouds my face, who*es be crowd my space
Twin fofo's 'round my waist, Keep a extra round to waste
Some x some haze, Smith and Wesson ga ga ga threat ya stage
[Hook]