Too Much Trouble - Til d**h Do Us Part lyrics

Bring it on! [2Low] Cover your dome or feel a motherf**ing Glock The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots Biggity bagm biggity bang, hit the motherf**ing deck I'm down on this track and I'm abouts to get wreck I'm coming like a hustler, never coming buster Blasting on you hoes screaming "Die motherf**er" Never showing mercy cause that sh** is for the weak I rhyme with my Glock and knock a n***a off his feet A young n***a, shorts as I figure Step up with that bullsh**, I'm a greet you with this trigger Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels Bucking with the 5th ward will get your motherf**ing dome peeled Motherf**er bring it on [Seagram] It's the Seagster, the major leagster b**h deciever, n***a lie and leave her Oakland hustler, never been a busta Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherf**a Straight from the 6-9, the final line village Doing more damage than the Exxon spillage Uh, coward, and that's that I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flat No rehabilitatin, take the n***a out the ghetto But you can't take the getto out the n***a Ain't nothing changed since the 70's I'm hellbound n***a, my life ain't never been heavenly Never slippin punk no, a n***a don't lag Game tight replace a n***a's Nikes with a toe tag His zoom, his a**, his zigga I'm the founder Stacking up bodies like Jeffery Dahlmer Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tip toe To a n***a's window, with my M 6-0 Putting motherf**ers out their misery And watching the murders reenacted on Unsolved Mysteries Trick, coward lame p**y a** f*ggot Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots n***a's can't harm me, Rap-A-Lot army Coming like Desert Storm, you've been warned But if you still want some, n***a bring it on [Too Much Trouble] Too Much Trouble done sewed up the tracks b**hes not playing like they win or get smacked By some young n***as that's down to break a b**h The Nickel Nut and the Band-Aid Bandit Yes the Nickel Nut pimping ten different s*uts You've encountered slavery b**h I don't give a f** That petal turn tricks, a s** a lotta dicks And come with my money or they get their a** kicked Geto got hoes on the stroll making my bank roll But ??? b**h, I run with foes Cause all about the pen, ain't talking about the p**y I'm talking about the paper, so b**h shake your money maker It's the pimp pimp pimpin, you're simp simp simpin Your b**h chose me now you're wimp wimp wimpin n***a you was wrong when you reached for your chrome A slug to your dome, bad news gon beat you home You think we was acting about making but you're wrong We in a pizzimping and ??? b**hes bring it on Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x) Bring it oooooooooooooon! [5th Ward Boys] Bring it on motherf**er, here I come with this damn thang Boom boom boom, and I'm about to make freedom ring 5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherf**ing day The 5th Ward Boys on the motherf**ing set Putting a slug off in your chest Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest n***a ratta tat tat to your temple sh** is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple Jump if you want, n***a, and I'm a half to hunt ya Murder after murder after goddamn murder Yo I'm taking n***as to the promised land With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn ??? man ??? stupid f** is f**ing it up with Double O, life is stuck up For the ten flow, so what you wanna do, ho Yeah, cause we're checking mo motherf**ers, parking mo motherf**ers And k**ing more motherf**ers than any one of you motherf**ers While your ho sleeping let's get it on And get your f**ing wig split, fool-a** n***a, now bring it on [Odd Squad] I can't see your a** b**h, so you'd better watch your bust or Take that from a blind handicapped motherf**er Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that n***a Well it's me that n***a D (Who?) That fat square twister, the one who f**ed your sister I made her p**y blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back And my heat up under the seat ready to put the lead on ya So punk motherf**ers try to test me if you wanna Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine Got me a 40 and a fat-a** dime (Repeat 2x) [Ganksta NIP] A weed-smoking motherf**er, plus I kick doobies I'm the one that told that n***a to go insance in that ?Loobies? Ganksta NIP is f**ing your daughter, G I wake up every morning screaming "Somebody slaughter me!" Step in my path, your a** is void Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schitzophrentic android Your mind ain't deep enough, claws can't keep enough Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest A whole body is hard to digest Once I flex, count the next The hardest I won like the recreation of Malcom X So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter Sickness change quick, a 40 of holy water Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x) Bring it oooooooooooooon! DMG bring it on [DMG] I've been a victim of society They got me f**ed in this whole sh** n***as running up with M11's and some mo sh** It seems to me they wanna start something But I'm a let this motherf**ing 9 break em off something My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that Miggity Mike serving em soft from these n***as gats I guess it's like guerilla warfare Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for delf until you make it there And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke Cause that's the only way these n***as living in the 9-deuce More murder by k**ing and slaying some sh** You fake on the two, you find your homie dead in a ditch Now the f**ing water's getting hot Homie after homie after homie's getting shot And n***as are overlookin the joys of life .357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight Check it, first I walk up on him like I know him Then, I let me conversation start to ho him Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business Cause n***as always be f**ing sh** up well it's time to handle they Business He's peeping out my missle as I stand straight So now it's time to make his a** like a crushed grape Come check a n***a gun for his get zound get click Yo, you shoulda brought it on [Lord 3-2] 3-2 comin at ya, comin at ya Don't make me pull my sh** and have to cap ya With my Glock, I make it go "pop," it's a 17 shot So a n***a gon drop, a n***a gon drop You heard me roll a fatty Now I'm at the window of your co*ks**ing caddy So what you wanna do? It's about that time Pop pop pop goes the weasil in my nine Uh, where your nuts at n***a? You'd better let em hang Cause we can get it on ho, it ain't no thang, uh Mo murder mo motherf**ing merrier Cause I be one of the roughest n***as from the hardcore area So quit running your mouth, b**h, you know you can't fade this Rap-A-Lot south sh** It's the 3 the motherf**ing 2 So bring on your motherf**ing crew b**h, we can get it on [Big Mello] Strapped a**a**in, ghetto gladiator Leaving a path of destruction like the motherf**ing Terminator Lurking the streets of hardcore, stalking like a predator 17 shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine Cause the nine'll hit your a** everytime Got my motherf**ing b-mo, going straight for the dome Wig-splitting n***a with the finger on the trigger Sinister, symptoms of a motherf**ing k**er B-I-G to the motherf**ing M-E Double L O's not a motherf**ing ho But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking n***as like dope Now b**h don't choke, cause the dick's down your throat Getting my blast on, n***a get your a** on Riggy run your a** home cause I'm a bring it on [Scarface] It's the return of the motherf**ing dreadlock Putting fools in headlocks, giving n***as headshots You don't wanna f** with me, I ain't that motherf**a I mean that average run-of-the-mill a** n***a You hoes better recognize that n***a that you up against Mista mista Scarface ain't that n***a to be f**ing with So lay it down n***as, bump it down or feel the pressure Cause I'm the type of n***a that's known for taking drastic measures Quick to rip sh** and leave a motherf**er twitching So n***as make a run once the rifle starts spittin Round after round after motherf**in round So b**hes lay it down, I shut em down I shut em down I shut em down Screaming for vengance I swear that I meant this decended Surrender suspended cause n***as I meant it Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation Still got the mind of a motherf**in mental patient I got the chrome to my own dome But I'm a give you one before I take it home motherf**a so, uh Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 3x) Bring it oooooooooooooon!