Chris Liggio - Loosifa lyrics

[Verse 1: Brewin] What y'all know about them wild n***as Devil child n***as Have-you-kick-the-bucket-say-f**-it-and-smile-n***as The type to catch the Buddha buzz, slide up to the fuzz Sayin "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body" I knew this n***a Smokey, sorta like his pistol Barrel when you're in peril and sh** like that was wanted But later that would die down Sorta like many abandoned that he ran with His block felt sorta haunted His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded He needed a job and the robbin wouldn't do it He wasn't tryin to go out like Diquan in Strapped Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby From the hospital she found Smokey some work and sh** was lovely With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot And not a n***a on the street would have to get that pocket tapped He's workin in maternity and learnin Seein much about the infant children To be sk**ed in fatherhood Stealin baby stuff home for self And he didn't have to pull the Mac-20 off the shelf and get... [Chorus] Loose if a brotha can't take no more Loose if a brotha can't swing it Loose if a brotha can't break once more Loose if a brotha..... [Verse 2: Brewin] In Maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff Make-you-drop-your-jaw-stuff, hospitals get sorta wild He saw some babies shakin, awakin if they were fortunate His soul was scorchin, it would have thinkin of his child Later there would be no "Honey, I'm home," Strictly "Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up, I leave you wet up" On the block, a flock of zombies entranced By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up His job was gettin hard to f** with They had even had him stuck with the disposal of the stillborn Poisoned by the nourishment, the ill torn soul from flesh From the womb to tomb Seein sh** like that'll have you crazy That night he had a dream And it was a child nursin upon the semen of the gla** genetalia Clouded nut after clouded nut He woke and shouted "What the fu*k is goin on?" Smokey was Swayze, it's time to get.... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Brewin] He figured there was only one way As he rushed the runway lookin wild deranged This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin Lookin at fiends of the pebble adored praised Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs Through fumes from the floor Blazed the sole sacrificial altar He chose now to halt the worship dealin that ultimate headrush... The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin hell a flame With the choir of the firearms to blame In the mornin by the time the smoke cleared Everybody seen the ma**acre, the local folk cheered "Oh, thank the Lord Almighty," the pharmacy was out of business On the L a chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten... [Chorus] (2x)