MJG - Slippin' lyrics

[MJG] I'm sick of, here come the n***as with blue steel Maybe them n***as don't let you slide, maybe they will I'm sending back slugs to n***as that wanna creep The k**er tried taking me thinking I was asleep MJ, don't give a f** what they say You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day Ain't no motherf**er takin' the sh** I worked fo' See that's the reason n***as get k**ed and hurt though Occupation is none, that n***a wanna get a gun Run up and try to get me lay down and get done Weak b**h, I ain't got no time for cheap tricks I'm looking through ya sh**, I'm able to peep quick Don't say that, dribble the n***as that try to fade me First f**ing possible chance they wanna blaze me n***as who real and wanna continue living Put a cap in they a** if they try to catch you slippin' [Hook] They want ya money They caught ya slippin' baby They're gonna take it away from you, it's true They saw ya coming They got ya running and Pulled out they're weapons, what are you gonna do [SKIT: Woman setting up man for a jack] Damn baby it's raining harder than a motherf**er Hurry up and open the door [Door unlocks and open] Alright baby just don't slip [Door closes] sh**, ooh it's wetter than a motherf**er, where's ya restroom First door to the right We still on for tonight baby Yeah baby we still on Oh damn baby, this is a beautiful home you have baby Thank you baby, let me go get some music on [Door opens, music begins playing] Come on out of the closet baby, he's in the restroom [Door opens, *pee hitting water*] Ahh, sh**, I'ma beat the sh** out this p**y tonight [Gunshot and crash] OH sh*t!, n***a f** you, f** [Hit] Give me that motherf**ing piece you got on n***a Oh sh** it ain't even gotta be like this brotha, f** that sh** n***a I want the motherf**ing Rolex n***a I want the motherf**ing Nikes you got on, ho Ah sh**, n***a f** this b**h you f**ing with ho n***a give me, n***a give me what ya got [Verse 2] I beat em' like they daddy never did The same punk who took it too far when we was kids The knife got stuck in his back, slick move You robbed another brother so what did the sh** prove You breaking down k**ers in bushes when they be hiding They make a sound, one hundred rounds, I'm landing five In they chest plates, staying at home It would've been a n***as best place Shame to find they in a hurry for a d**h day Stopping the heart of any attacker Got his b**h wanna ride with me, don't have to ask her Bringing action to the field whenever you n***as ready When you hear the rubber burn, I'm hanging up out the Chevy With a straight aim, n***a I blew em' up out the frame Street tops scattered with tricks with false game You can't pull me off of my toes, I'm still tippy Now play with ya life, than try to catch a n***a slippin' [Hook x2]