Z-ro - M-16 lyrics

[Hook:] M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Whooooa [Mike D:] Don't worry, the Hogg gon get it cracking round here And I know I'm talking loud enough, for all y'all to hear This H-Town Texas, we ain't breeding no h*mos Get a banger to you matrix style, trick in slow-mo I'm the gun range stayer, 45 payer No question where I'm from, cause I'm a Southside Playa Got juice by the gallo', earvoes by the layer Rubberband every thou', 3rd Ward youngest Mayor Extended clips extra drums, for the K and the calico Catch bag for the A-R, wet up your whole car You talking like you want it, but you really don't want war It's reg baby, in battlefield go I'm out on two bonds, and parole don't know So have your heart right trick, when you stepping to Mike D I'ma b-braid your hair, then reload the magazine Hit you with sixteen, then flee the murder scene [Hook] [Vicious:] Now of the situation get sticky, I got this n***a playing thirty eight A snub nose, that'll increase the murder rate I heard they hating on a n***a, but I'm use to em I sent this message by this b**h, to break the news to him That y'all done f**ed, with the wrong one I got short patience, and a long gun And I don't talk sh**, I spark's it and I bust brains And I don't play, no f**ing games n***a I could make it happen, while you popping that sh** Squeeze a trigga, till ery'body drop in this b**h Ain't no stopping this sh**, once it get's to jumping You get my heart pumping, the adrenaline pumping I see me dumping, on motherf**ers Empty the clip, and get to stomping a motherf**er And I won't be disrespected, by none of these youngsters I got my hand I got pa**, I got a trunk b**h a liver pump [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Is it me glock 40, pump-pump-pump-pump nope Is it me 45, pump-pump-pump-pump nope Is it me 3-57, pump-pump-pump-pump nope Me M16, taping off the murder scene Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me But my grandmother didn't raise a k**er, she raised up a Christian But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking Made me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody lately And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety Ru-run up on me once, I'ma beat your a** down Ru-run up on me twice, I'ma heat your a** down Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah [Hook x2]