Ar-Ab - Bad Guys lyrics

(100 Shot Dot) Make Room For The Man Of The Hour The Man With them Grams Of that flour If your talkin snow n***a, it could be a mountain & i'll plow it These lil n***as ridin... I Doubt It! n***a Im About it, Glocks get to poppin out talons n***as get to coppin out, bowin.... b**hin Do em anyway, no retreat, no surrender Lex Street sh**: Ten Dead, Six Injured Its Bout time they Let A Trapper out Somebody Doin All the sh** these n***as rap about ....i could tell you 'bout stretchin crack Ill take a point until my kitchen whip seven back Yeah, could tell you 'bout stretchin dope too I'll mix it up with opium & stamp it old school Yeah, two handguns both ruges No recordin booth, ill show you n***as pro tools Call me the engineer with a coke cube The pyrex vision-ware's what the pro's use ..n***a im a monsta, I dont play games I just spit a choppa until it make flames I just know my dopeblock doin one thang Thats why I stuff my pockets with rubberband banks f** these n***as talkin bout, I spit it how I live it Wanna pop-fly, know it's thirty-three in my extended For you talk tough, know that I be sittin where you livin & I'm k**in Everythang, f** the Women & the Children Oh Allah forgive me for these sins im commiting Them clips I be poppin', them grams I be flippin' My whole fam need me & I ain't got a million I can't tell em no, so I ain't got a problem k**in' Boy dont you ever turn backwards on a k**a Ill put a bullet in the silverback of that gorilla ...Im the one you wanna try if your tryna die They call me "100 Shot", I work in homicide Ill make your momma cry, ill let that llama rise Or ride past your front door & bang it with a molotov & this ain't just rap, naw this is everyday So f** a mixtape, im heavy with the yay & I ain't gone stop, im on you n***as heads Im on you n***as tops, I want you n***as Dead! (AR-AB) Uhh, Im On the Block Doin great Numbers Muthaf**as get Shot tryna take from us You ain't never seen pain till you faced hunger Sixteen for a "O" thats great numbers