John Bido - Raise Up b**h lyrics

Click-click... bang Hehehe Yeah [ VERSE 1: Scarface ] I'm sick of n***as tryina shoot the big six But when the sh** jumps off the n***a plays the big b**h And that's the problem with the nation of blacks Too slow with your motherf**in hands, so you grab your gats And listen to the gangsta music You got a Glock-10 in your lap but you're scared to use it You's a motherf**in stunt Lettin all your homies know you bought another gun Suppose they tried to pack you Dropped your dick in the dirt, they'll know exactly how to send it at ya Tryina work your way into the big clique And that's the main reason young n***as die quick Livin in this fast sh** And tryina have a bad b**h But what you n***as know about a bank roll? Trickin off the money you made with them stank hoes Think about it quick Quick, and raise up, b**h [ DJ Domination ] (f** 'em up) Raise up, b**h (Raise up) (b**h) [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Now the n***as I run with are down brothers And ready to die for a motherf**er So when you wanna step, mate I'mma bust you dead in yo a** with this 12-gauge I ain't your ordinary villain Some n***as were born dyin, I was born k**in So gather up your army, G Cause that's what it's gonna take to stop a n***a like me Cause I'm comin at you full force, n***a I hope you got some real n***as on the trigger Cause I be rollin like a hustler And since you got gats you better use them motherf**ers Sparkin nines at a drastic pace Takin orders from a motherf**in basket case So when my nine goes pop Boy, you better sh** or get your a** up off the pot (f** 'em up) Listen to my Glock click Now raise up b**h [ DJ Domination ] (f** 'em up) Raise up, b**h (Raise up) (b**h) [ VERSE 3: Scarface ] So n***as don't f** with me Cause I'mma run the whole ninety-motherf**in-three And the rest of the years to come So b**hes bring it on if you motherf**ers want some And I'mma break you off a big piece Cause n***as can't f** with the big chief Attention motherf**ers, about face Salute the one that the people call Scarface Still quick to hit 'em up, quick to get 'em up Quick to not give a f** Never bringin the false sh** I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it Still runnin 'em down, gunnin 'em down Yeah, cause real n***as gonna clown So put your crown on since you're bigger And let me take care of my business, n***a The bigger the n***a, the bigger the cap The bigger the bullet, the bigger the f**in gat So step up with that ho sh** And I'mma empty the whole clip Ain't no runnin like a rabbit Cause I'mma let you motherf**ers have it Let the motherf**er blast And bring your hat to your motherf**ing a** Cause n***as ain't true to it, you're new to it And don't know what to do to it But I ain't never had that kind of luck If you're scared to bite the bullet, then raise the f** up