Ludacris - R.P.M. lyrics

[Shawnna] Shawnna, kick hot sh** for b**hes, that got they baby daddies locked in the pen gone, fittin' to rot, cause he did wrong Run up on the cops, and he hit 'em with the Glock, left his wig home, sellin' rock on the big phone In the projects, n***as run up on your set with the tech' out, leave you wet with your chest out k**er n***as, realer n***as, have a n***a feel a never realer n***a, drill a n***a, f**in' with a villain, never spill a n***a f** that! n***a bust back, we in the 'Llac, me and my b**hes all strapped Puffin the sack, and we be sippin on 'gnac,fittin to react, and pop a n***a for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!) n***as I'm with, they put the fifth to your whole melon, I'm with the murderers and known felons I gotta pop a n***a, drop a n***a, rock a n***a, shock a n***a, lock a n***a, f** a n***a, cop the floppin' n***a Roll for my b**hes, that be droppin' in the strip clubs, tryin' get 'em a lil' somethin' If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss, for the big ones, then you get you a big gun Motherf**ers in the Chi', like to put it yo' eye, if it's on b**h, put it straight to you, don't miss Now you f**in' with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers, bangers, n***as that with them real motherf**ers, like whoa! [Hook 2X: Ludacris] It's real real - on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a n***a wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) [Twista] Twista kick hot sh** for hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks To my thugs that call over to they mob And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and c**aine To my n***as that ain't hoes; if they have to They will steal a n***a touch a n***a check a n***a cut a n***a Pull the trigger bust a n***a, yellow motherf**er n***a Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone Full of some sh** that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up Got you feelin the holy ghost through your body Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up Up the streets stuffed the beats So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin Mob for them n***as that done came up off them hard times K-Town, West side, South side Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherf**in shirt off Dealers get your work off; you wanna party Full of hustle n***as k**er n***as gangsta n***as chill n***as Baller n***as thug n***as player haters real n***as [Hook] [Shawnna] I'ma kick hot sh** for b**hes up in the industry tryin to compete me I'm from the hood South side, West side Where n***as'll put a motherf**in slug in my enemy Motown, Pucketown, do or die The difference between a motherf**in thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber Get a n***a stick a n***a put him in a ditch and then forget a n***a Hit a n***a pop a n***a little with the rocket n***a Puff pa** say you love that We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed" Cause I been feelin like f** a n***a bust a n***a Shawnna never love a n***a Chi about to show the motherf**ers how to rush a n***a Crush that put it on momma On everything I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana To things Shawnna gonna throw it on ya Flows leave you froze in a comma We so relentless, you know Chi gone bring the business Blows to yo' dome in an instance Home of them Folks and the Mo's and the King's and the Fo's And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God! [Hook] - repeat 2X