II Tone - Let's Make A Stang lyrics

(Wicked Sick Productions) [Intro: Lil Jack] 2x Bullet with yo face on it, see me k** for fun Run n***a run, redruM, redruM Picture closed casket, we go taliban And my Tommy Gun drum goes ram-pam-pam-pam [Verse 1: Lil Jack] Lord knows man I hate y'all n***as Blow yo face off n***a with an eight cal n***a I'm the type of k**er that'll hide in ya house Put that iron in yo mouth, I wanna waste y'all n***as I got a pistol grip and I'mma pistol whip A p**y with little p**y b**h I think I lost my mind I say I'm Wicked Sick (yellin') 911 (yellin') 666 ... that drama sh** that'll get yo mama split n***as walking dead off with the head Somebody help me, I'm about to click! I put a bullet to yo motherf**in' face hoe (?) leave a n***a with no face hoe Call me J-A ... got a bullet case for yo face hoe See yo bodies wrapped around trees Walking through blood up to my knees Please, my homeboys still got that human skull A couple hostages and some fire a** weed About to be a k**ing spree Free Charles Manson and R.I.P To all my enemies that plan on k**in' me (?) run up in yo crib and leave you all deceased ... Chalk line, blood all over the street ... roll the body in sheets And break out the shovel, 6 Feet Deep Coroners, pallbearers, choppers tall as basketball players Call the Reaper, grab the sickle AKA Jack the Ripper Slap the sh** out ya when you rappin' n***as [Verse 2: Evil Pimp] On the run I see them blue light flashes So the Pimp must dash A-P-B is out on me so police looking for my a** Run through the alley, I drop off the weapon And now I am steppin' to get out the room I can be seen walk around in (?) Cause the blood is all over and that is no good Found me a lemon who patiently sittin' Up in a red Lexus, I knock on the gla** Told him I need a light ... get out of here fast ... pa**enger seat and I told him To step on the pedal and get on the roll Go in my pockets, I rolled up a swisher sweet Put to my lips and like now right here blow All of a sudden I see on my mirror A highway state trooper is creepin' up slow Now all my nerves were up in a panic Before I get caught I will murder that hoe Drop my a** on some ... Now I'm back on the streets and start lurkin' again Get what I get from the crime I commit It's the ... off in the wind Make on my way to (?) with the gun on my waist And there'S nothing but blood on my mind ... get caught ... night Cause a robbery victim is all they will find Tryin' to do whatever, it's whatever makes my pockets right I'mma have a good a** night as long as there's no flashin' light [Interlude] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] BLAY! When I stalk on the target (?) robbin' And sell all these dead organs on the black market Trigger finger throbbin', Mafioso Goblin Eliminate a n***a with a ... deadly problem Lord's a ... neck As I gun 'em down, clash with the automatic Tec Put on the camo and grab extra ammo I powder war paint and I rid up your chest Dump me quarter (?) on the plate And I never get rid of this damn skull (?) Push two black cannons into the eye sockets ... trick b**h like a cannibal taste Infamous Hanibal, ferocious animal Crocodile, cold-blooded as a reptile "Dead Man Walking", open your coffin And rip out the ghost out yo mouth [Verse 4: II Tone] (?) n***a layin' in the cut, scopin' out the scene I want d** and the money cause I gotta feed the team So I grab Glock, get the mask, take me to yo f**in' stash Don't make a move just put me to the cash With the mind of a lunatic, don't turn around Shut the f** up 'fore I (?) buck ya down All about the money so I run up in yo crib Drop it off the a**, gotta get it how I live Million ways to murder since the '94 Now I gotta run up out the back door, blast 'em with da .44 Now my mind at ease, sh** I feel no pain I'm down for a robbery, Let's Make A Stang