Lunasicc - Major Figgas lyrics

*(Lunasicc Talking)* Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah Verse 1 Fo the rest of my life I be ballin f**in top notch hoes Makin the coroner mad as f** when he look at that body wit out clothes Frozen memories of mutha f**in used to be f**ed in the game, I aim fo the brain constantly Doin 90 I mash Empty 8 miles an hour My heat I dump in the middle of the street if the job turn sour These cowards Don't really know who tha f** they f**in wit Eddie Bauer Super Sport, Lexo's, wit shipped kits Went from Nike's to Levi's Top hats, to black ties From nation to worldwide Been a gangsta since knee-high Fallin on you b**hes, stayin away from you snitches So if anybody got nuts, I'm servin yo a** like some tennis Servin yo a** like a gymnist Who got it crackin like me?? Ain't no doe-doe, shake a hoe like a po-po Movin 'em off that weed I will blow until you bleed, this boy gonna make it Call the coroner for that a** Yo life I'm gonna take it *(Chorus)* x2 I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major n***as Made n***as, straight paid n***as, clockin major figgaz I'm goin all out to get what I got, holdin my own Call me the King of Cali, Northern Valley is my home Verse 2 I stick b**hes like a cactus An I'm deadly wit no practice Layin these n***as down on the ground, like layin these hoes on a Matress No theatrics These movies ain't got sh** on me It's this Mafia life I live in the S-A-C These n***as be lookin pitiful Wit rhymes that come out critical Actin like they bad, not knowin they nouns, pronouns, an syllabls You n***as can't get wit me can't daddy I move too quickly Most of them they talk they sh**, but they scared to rain like they name Missy My pistola, he ring like Motorola's when I'm drivin Attractin attention like hoes Have naked Sun shining out the 9-1-5 plus 1 city Get the picture k** it don't matter as long as my pockets gettin thicker They say rich or for poor But that sh** ain't nuthin but paper It's Siccness, I'm major cuttin yo flesh like a razor An f** Dr. Dre... EASTCOAST ni**a Who the baddest?? Life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised *(chorus)* x2 Verse 3 Til my casket drops I'm a be steady pimpin, dippin Doin my thangs Checkin n***as hangin on me like gold chains Please back the f** up Before I go pump the trunk up Dump yo a** inside Then ride to the site an dump you off mutha f**a k**, k**, k** Murda, murda, murda Catch me ridin sumpthin clean Bumpin some sh** you never heard of Put my b-b in tha 7-3-5 B-M-dubble Ain't no s**a, I'm blastin on you punk mutha f**az Casualties of war Harcore like my feezie Booty rappers I call em chester cuz they sh** sound cheesy An that's fo sheezy What kind of man would I be If my rhymes was tight as f** costin about 30 g's n***a please, I'm the youngsta makin the noise like thunder Candy paint on my 6-4 Gotta drop it before the summer This that real sh** n***a you can't f** wit these Do or die up in my city, when I'm chasin my cheese. Uh *(chorus)* x3 I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major, beeitch, beeitch That's right, westcoast mutha f**az(mutha f**az) That AWOL camp(AWOL camp) uh. uh. uh. You know one for the money b**h