Montana Of 300 - CHIRAQ (REMIX) lyrics

"Chiraq (Remix)" Any n***a that ever looked at me wrong, (ha!) hey man, go that way B Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you n***as, man, straight up, man Y'all n***as better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15 I been ballin Could've skipped college I'm a bad boy with that big popper 12 gauge when I head shot him Bust his head open like a pinata Like Percy Miller I've been bout it Come find your a** like Bin Laden I k** a clown over my guala Don't give a f** if it was 10 dollars Don't trust n***as don't trust b**hes I know these ho's like a pimp scholar And it's MOB till the day I drop And these stupid thots don't get nada And these dick riders try to steal from me Gon feel the heat when that lead pop em I whack a b**h and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms Bought a new gun with two clips I can't wait to use it And that b**h stick to my hip like I glued it I hope you do trip as soon as you do it I'll pull that b**h out K-9 unit And kiss your a** goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's smooches No top that's clueless I'm ruthless, I do this I'm ballin these ho's, yeah, they all on my pool stick And you mad at your main b**h cause that b**h bumpin my new sh** Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty Keep the green on me like a jets jersey Tell a opposition I ain't never worried Keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry I can see you p**y like a miniskirt Keep talkin you gon get it first And the toughest with you gon' get it worst Now go order up about 20 shirts RIP with they face on it, have to show they a** how that semi work Yeah they got smoked April 21st The next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse Always sayin somethin' but ain't sprayin nothin' When it's beef I don't wait for nothin' If I see a opp broad day in public Then I'm shootin sh** like Azae Production Got word they be out there every night I'm talking deeper than Barry White We gon' ride past with that iron blast And start flipping n***as like Jessie White They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice And I'm f**ing monster in a pair of Mike's and this 40 on me looks very nice I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk b**h I hunt Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump This b**h got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk But for today it's riding shotgun since n***as like to front And if this n***a run and this n***a done, I'ma soak a n***a like he in the tub These rappers acting like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up f** n***as I never like 'em, got no problem with k**in' one I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a f** I remember way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell To us she was a loving mother but to other motherf**ers she was clientele And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I told her that I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns And k** every n***a that done sold her crack It's almost 20 years later, now she finally sober But that was the sh** that I prayed about I thank God I made it out Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't sh** to debate about If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters Be outside your crib like we stakin' out It's really f**ed up in my city I'm sorry but I'm bout to add to the body count I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you n***as exactly what I be 'bout My choppas, they sh** on them b**hes, when spittin, I think they might got a potty mouth I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body yall Keep runnin' your mouth I'ma run in your house Paramedics they gonna' bring bodies out I'm signing you n***as like Jay Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out I caught his a** takin' the garbage out Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out Black on black everything We own black everything That's the motto when we ridin' out The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine Shoutout to my daddy he taught me how My dad was a k**er, my mom was an addict, a n***a grew up in a slaughterhouse I am the one that they talk about I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out That money be callin', I'm almost stopped ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now See n***as was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now? I'm a dough stacking Dope rapping, no lacking Po' packing, Four blasting Soul snatching, toe tagging, cold ba*tard Better close your mouth or get a closed casket Show you what I'm saying like closed captions Put them in two, make them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic I'll put the chopper to a n***a top, and then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget Might f** his b**h or say f** this sh**, and get straight face, that's no pa**ion I'm the illest that you ever heard I'm the flyest k**er that you ever seen If a f** n***a ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline b**h I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask About to kick door like karate cla** Ask a n***a where he hide his stash He better tell the truth like a polygraph One false move and that shotty blast Leave a n***a stiff like a body cast And we don't know nothing about nothing n***a, we was out of town If somebody ask Real sh**, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I ain't bailing on them Be with real n***as, doing real sh** If I get caught, I ain't telling on them No tool, I ain't never going Iron Man with that metal on him Only God knows where the hell I'm going Make a n***a wish he was never born These n***as broke, put a price on them I'm super fly, put a cape on them I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them while they hate on them From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat like I play for them I'll come at night and put the nine on them With the long clip, Deandre Jordan, (Deandre Jordan, Deandre Jordan) I'll come at night and put the nine on them With the long clip, Deandre Jordan