Luni Coleone - Time 4 Murder lyrics

Uh (Uh) What What What What....Uh It's Luni Coleone [Repeat] I let him know n***a I break him off from the yay It's Luni Coleone I ain't out for the play Time waits for no man and I preach that sh** Hear the poppin off at mouth I'mma bust that lip Mista hit him quick Mista hit him quicker On the down Hop in like a gang or group house Bout to scratch ho f** a n***a And that's my motto On the rizzeal If n***as try to flex I eat 'em up like oatmeal And f** a front row In the streets that's a no-no But if she got a** I'mma take her like some no-dos I use to bring beans now it's me on the table Lookie here Mama now I got my own label I'm 22 years old with a beer belly Eyes f**ed in the club by gone off the smelly Been there but done did that n***as Down with the dirt Pull it out Then shoot that n***a Where it hurts [Chorus:] They says time waits for no man So I got time to wait on no man I'm dumpin with the gat in my hand Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ??? I let him know it's Coleone on the f**in gate Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38 I tell u one more gen Time waits for no man So when I'm commin I'm dumpin Bust him with the gat in my hand I hit the gas like a motherf**ing 3-way ??? Leanin bodies in the trunk Straight cold a** f** I'm the n***a with the quickest trigger Down to pull it Dump a whole click if a n***a on some bullsh** It's West Coast Straight entrepreneur Lead a b**h to the bank like a fish lure And if a motherf**er dump I'mma bust him with a sawed-off Hop on him like a rabbit Dag-nabbit I've been pissed off n***as got me f**ed up Like I'm soft But I'm hockin up Then that's when yo Grandpa call Ain't no greater G than me f** what you reppin n***as get caught without their motherf**ing weapon Disrespecting a** holes wanna be hard But Oh No! If he holler let him go f** that f** the ho Chitty Chitty I bang blue Punk n***a I thought you knew Time waits for no man So I'm commin at you like a fool [Chorus] I wish a n***a would run up I'm quick to let him have it On a lead pistola In your a** young f*ggot Used to have love But now I'm out to k** people Cross game You'll be in more sh** than a dung beetle This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker) I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers) Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead Drink 40's till I throw up And choke off weed Ain't no n***a alive can put fear in this G I'm a psycho Like ??? boy put that on me It's my time to shine So I'm going for mine f** me and my b**h Boy this me and my .9 Out to rule the world n***a So...uh...what you gone do? It's my style b**h And I'll change it if I want to Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag Time waits for not a thang Put yo G's on that [Chorus] Uh Uh Uh Uh...n***a What What What What Uh It's Luni Coleone Uh Uh What What What What Motherf**ers Yall can't f** wit it