Lord Infamous - Gangsta lyrics

[Talking] Yea mane I tell you about these Tampon gangsta a** n***as mane Motherf**in' lice ... Mane all you n***as eat dick mane [Hook] f** with me you f**in' with the best And you also f**in' with the wrong one I hit you with the millimeter gun Get the millimeter gun blow out yo lungs Like them old Italians, Mafia gangsta son When you see me comin' better run for f**in cover [Verse 1] Don't get smacked in the face with a Louisville slugger Crack yo whole cranium into fragments like a puzzle On this c**aine hustle, rabid dog need a muzzler Do you in and throw your f**in' carca** To them damn buzzards Cut yo tongue out yo mouth, have ya t-a-talk and stutter Drag you b**hes to the river, get you muddy muthaf**er Lord loc on this opiates and coke, don't provoke Take a toke and blast a (?)-size hole in yo throat Then I bury these n***as in back of a villa PCP and paink**ers, put yo brain in da blender [Bridge] Mystic styles of me ancient mutilations Cross my path, there's gonna be some complication [Verse 2] I'm a legend where I'm from, the n***a you want to become When these words come up from lungs I see you n***as turnin' on Tennessee and Amityville, chainsaw ma**acre k** When I feel a litte ill I go and pop me fifty pills Or I drain a litte pain with some h**n in my veins It may seem somewhat insane that I drink some pure c**aine Lord Yoda, no soda, take a photo of my dojo Hit you with the Han Solo in my Polo f**in' boots lolo Murderers, Robbers, Dealers, k**ers You want some comeback n***a Put some nickle in ya ticker This is the thrust that'll bust yo guts And make you get up and do the f**in' memphis damn strut