MelonOnTheBeat - Jersey to Chiraq lyrics

[Verse 1: HighPoint] Jersey To Chiraq the climax I been eatin' a n***a just tryna digest I had too get the best on to show they rhymes whack Montana of 300 n***a this sh** a bomb threat I'm about too blow up but i stay compact These n***as p**y they don't want no contact Young n***a about to sign with no contract Cause I'm hot f** a thot & leave that b**h humpbacked Yeah me & Montana black masked Just know the helpin' hands carry arms like a cast n***a whole squad some actors they a cast & I don't really give a damn about a mutha f**as past Cause now is now & my n***as gon' blast Best believe sh** ain't gonna be the last Got a tech for ya cla**, for the dickheads some mags Boy we breaking bad, now a n***a in his bag Hold up these n***as ain't with it Saw em talking too feds like they was friends, n***as is b**hes Ima break down the loud by the pound with all swishers f** a thot & a thot & a thot, damn they all swimmers I don't f** with no lames my team they all winners Where these p**y n***as at eat em up they all dinner My hittas shoot to shoot on god they all sinners Round here its real cold feels like seasons all winters Been in this sh** for a minute chill out you a beginner I can see that your tough, n***a whats in your innerds? We gon' pull this mac out & see they all sprinters Red beam on my sh** my hits they all glimmer If the block get to hot I tell em all simmer Got a couple bad jawns & i bet they all slimmer & they wild like Jerry i bet they all springers These Glocks like doc shots they all gon' stay with em Han, Boy you know the procedure Had to flip a pack for this mutha f**in' feature I'm in the game you can stay in the bleachers I been through this sh** and life was my teacher Boy awake now soon he gon' be a sleeper n***as think they tough with a couple misdemeanors? Felons come through blasting like a sub woof speaker Get low to mexico my plug name Cesar Damn, I'm just some type of creature Bars hotter then a fever Na hoe I'm meaner At the same time cold like a freezer Mad ratchets I'm more like a heater Fully automatic hands gon' have seizures Spit straight bars all fire off the reefa Cla** in session ESBM we the teacher Take a seat bruh HA, you don't really want it with this Attend ya funeral & hit anybody i missed & I know you s**in' dick givin' thotties a kiss I don't need a tech n***a we could do this with fist I don't care how you die you ain't gonna exist & i swear to god being broke a n***a resist & one thing a promise i will never desist When sh** down around me i stay optimist & with every plot i got just know theirs a twist Everything a n***a spit they thought i couldn't consist Yeah I'm in the booth snapping boy f** a critic Now critics want me saying n***a how could we miss? Ima monster n***a comin' out of the mist Yeah I'm climbing to the top just tryna get rich How man times I gotta say that you n***as is b**h? The top getting dirty so I'm back on my sh** HAN! [Verse 2: Montana of 300] Rap god i go hard with this You know I'm a don with this No rubber I'm raw with this I go in ill, you call in sick 40 full of lead yeah I'm artist I could draw with this It came with extra cartridges I might break the law with this You don't want no parts of this I k** em' all like Spartacus Cross me like hot sausage sh** Get yo a** a coffin quick I promise that i love when the opposition be talkin' sh** & when i pull that Glock out, I don't clock out I be off'in sh** Turn up i be balling b**h My squad be with all the sh** I put my n***as on It's FGE & I'm Chris Paul with this b**h that's what we call a**ist This is what the f** awesome is Shawty bad as f** saying she dying too meet the bosses sh** I gave that b**h the business bro, show that hoe where my office is This b**h dropped her jaws, & then dropped her draws when she saw the dick See streets for the feats i got what you need like a pharmacist Montana Of 300 You b**hes know that i slaughter sh** GOD!