Chris Gehringer - b**h Ass n***a lyrics

b**h a** n***a, yo it's time to pull the trigga I might be small, but f** with bein bigga n***as wanna throw with that bullsh** but step aside Pull out the four-five, and k** him motherf**in dead Pump his a** with lead Never fakin moves, motherf**er run the j**els Buckwild, blowin n***as out the frame Matter fact, don't call me shorty, kid you know my name So next time, you see me, you better duck me Cause I don't give a f** G Catch wreck with the tec then I'm out like quick s** Who's next, b**h a** n***a? b**h a** n***a - nah you don't want none (4X) Kick it when I'm wicked and all smoked out The little n***a that gets on your nerves so read about You say yo shorty trauma, what's all the drama? I shoot em up like their last name was Farmer Shorty got the d**h wish, I wish to die But when I try, it just goes by You couldn't k** me because I can't k** myself And if I got beef then I got it for self And if I catch a body, I catch it for self To me, murder is good for the health Little man paranoid, Mr. Schizophrenic Thirty-five n***as wanna funk, don't panic Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin like a man Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan That's how I see it if I gotta die so be it But maybe one day, my luck'll run out though Until then, I couldn't give a fu*k yo Little shorty one time, I'm goin all out for mines Cause there won't be a next time So what you wanna do punk, back up a little Gimme some space, I'm hittin hearts, street sweeper A little crazed n***a from the streets Raised in the ghetto, I'm puttin out heads yo I'm open, time to catch wreck, put em in check Snap his neck, grab his loot then jet Who's next to be a victim - easily ripped up Get ready to run when I ripped em Drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war Call me a thug who gets buck when I want more Maniac react with a tec 9 Hit me up now cause there won't be a next time Nah you don't want none b**h a** n***a - nah you don't want none (6X) Who's that n***a standin with the j**els? Throw on my hood, co*k back the tool Just to get a rep, yea you god damn right Just lick lick shots cause I don't f** with fights Back on the ave, and five-oh arrive Chalk on the ground where the motherf**er died n***as know who did it but ain't nobody snitchin No word of to myself, if they do, I'm flippin the script Settin it off, yo, put em in a dopefiend And cut em up like protein The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed Set it some b**h-a** n***a, I'm widdit You couldn't f** with the sk**s of the five foot And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook You're f**ed up, kid your rap styles s**s I'm bustin n***as, like my first nut Should I pull the trigga Huh, no question b**h a** n***a - nah you don't want none (9X)