Lunasicc - So Serious lyrics

* Thug Thisle version has a re-mastered beat and shorter ending [k**a Tay] I'm mastermindin the plot, you ???? the spot Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop I tote my heat, and hold my ground They know I clown Pistol whippin and strippin em Down to they riches, rapin they b**hes n***a it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin Hollow tips fire from all directions, leavin em wetted Yo pieces deleted from existence, don't make no difference I'm bangin like Metallica, serve any challenger With a tre 8 caliber, f**in em up like Algebra From Cali to Florida, call the coroner I'm missing in action, packin a full clip, for the bullsh** I told my n***a Lynch I got his back face What's up now, ????? [Brotha Lynch Hung] k**a Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch From the sh** that get spit to take a lock on the dick Like a red nosed pick n***a I don't really give a sh** about they life man Off that night train Cut they f**in throat wit a knife man And that's right man Leave em layin in the cut With they guts cut up what up Put ya nuts up, on the shelf with no help I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm so, I'm so) n***a, Mr. know where to be contacted Just bombsack it, tell my momma how I'm actin When I'm packin I got my practice In, I'm off that gin, losin wind(What you waitin for) I'm waitin for the show to begin, half past ten thirty Reverend like James, straight up strange Shootin range, twenty four feet Leave you off the earth with this heat Leave you in the street, human meat Believe me, I still be workin this like a thug(Like a thug) Put you in the back of the Coupe DeVille Take you to the alley, shoot to k** f** that I gotta buck back(n***a) f** that(n***a) I ain't goin out like no zombie n***a smokin all that bomb weed You possess and yes, I'm strapped like tombstone Ready to pull out the Rafe, man, clackin wit k**a Tay Lunasicc, Marvaless [Chorus] Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol Chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready Like Jason and CamCrystals with a pistol Chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti [Marvaless] Paper chase, but still credit to large accounts Survive by the ounce all in the mix Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it My n***as is bout it For the love of the money and game Shakin you n***as is funny It's just somethin about, the way the game get spit Cali n***as find a ??? in, for the scrilla strictly ballin I figure a b**h n***a be the first to test The first to get blessed Not the one to stress I'm too complex And my mind-state, no contest Hot what I do so it takes a god to do what I must Never had no trust Cuz n***as will snitch Go on some other sh** real quick Scholar, bout that dollar, make you holla, make you feel it Drop wit k**a, we the realest Cali n***as runnin the chain up [Lunasicc] Double C, the gangsta with the Glock in the cut Identify the busta, aim first, then I bust Creepin with the mask, blast on any n***a that move Put my b**h in the back seat, cuz my AP need room I got a real crew of n***as, ain't no punks in my squad b**h, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get robbed I wear Khaki Pants, Levi Jeans, and Hilfiger's Puttin em on they back like they drunk off liquor So throw them rags up If n***as trippin, we catch em slippin, hold them 9's up Blast on they a**, flash on they a** Light my weed up, I like to get away high On the cut postin like Pac n***as scream til I die, I'm no lie [Chorus] - 2x