II Tone - n***as Like You lyrics

[Hook: Lord Infamous] I got a gang full of goons that got shifts to do But get full of that use and beat up n***as like you I know some real life beasts that's deep in these streets They get a call from me, they gonna give you a crease I know some real sick f**s who stay on that dust And they'll give you a touch for an adrenaline rush I know some real damn fools who play with them tools And they favorite past time is bustin' n***as like you [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] My name is the Scarecrow, some say that I'm deranged And if you come step in my slaughter house I make sure that you not comin' out mane I'm reppin' that Black Rain, bloody Memphis Clubhouse Click Forever I claim Mafioso, bury bodies I get with the b**hes real quick A menacing madness the murderer (?) And I'm comin' out real f**in' slick I'm doin' these n***as real dirty, man I shoot you in yo dick Listen closely punk b**h, you don't want no parts of Rick Come and get with these k**ers make you split yo own wrist A tisket, a tasket, a head up in a basket I got a whole lot of the weapons And they up under my mattress Catch yo f**in' weight, they gonna have to close ya casket I'm blastin' 44s and fives in four heads of you f*ggots They cuffin' on yo hoe, nobody want that slushy trash sh** I'm strong on robbing weak a** n***as doin' all that flashin' You p**y a** n***as if I catch you walkin' the streets I'mma give you the tool I'm sick at slaughterin' soft shell n***as like you [Hook: Lord Infamous] [Verse 2: II Tone] My name is II Tone, this my life and not a show When them barrels get the burnin' better run for cover hoe n***as rowdy cause they ready and they all about the paper Cross the click with the sh**, push 'em off a sky scraper ... b**h and dump 'em in ditches, never take a loss (?) bust 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em then they body gettin' tossed Sacrifices since a soldier cause we know that they ain't real I can look him dead up in his eye before he feel the steel Burnin' ... b**h I break the law I'm gon' show up and show out, never speak on what you saw For you f*ggot motherf**ers think you gangsta as a (?) Dick in the booty a** n***as, shoot you ... These n***as huffin' and puffin' because I'm speakin' the truth Oh yeah you claimin' you gangsta so let it do what it do I'm turnin' goons into goblins, in the M always mobbin' For you n***as out here stuntin': you the first that we robbin' [Hook: Lord Infamous] [Verse 3: T-Rock] Y'all about to piss me off and make me take it back to packin' You talk the talk, my n***as walk the walk and make it happen Come and test my fraction of a**a**ins, we about that action No time for ration, we kick in the door and get the blastin' II Tone with the Glock and pull up to the block It's where we stop at I'mma leave 'em stressed out in a box with suit A tie and top hat n***as want they Glock back, react Run up on Rock and Scarecrow I'm a new age (?) strapped with hollows Sharp as bow and arrow Y'all people be G, let's grill it, I'm the pressure baker We (?) stretch you, leave you hooked on asperators Don't hestitate to let off a shot and levitate ya I leave 'em stankin' that's why they call me the defecator Make sure you think this over before you decide to push me Cause it ain't nothin' we would rather do than ride on rookies Strapped out with fully's, I'm a dog and he (?) f**in' pussies Modern day ... like ... [Hook: Lord Infamous]