Psycho Drama - What the f** You Thought? lyrics

Side kick It's a murder because cause the soul is satis-to-faction That rapidist bullet action So what the f** you thought muther f**er I'm in love with this slug in my chest we psychodrama So come and try to put chi off to the test A bullet proof vest Chics in my blood The black and gold is scorchin Up against a murder b**h Ratta tat a gunshot and the aim to spell out courage Wit a side of rage Kick will make the front page Murder was the case flip from page to page b**h everything that i had blew down a n***a door can't you see The sky is fallin psychodramatical ward Comin slowly given out all orders That mother f**er better go and run for the border My veins is willin and when adrenalin fill them b**h i'm crazy, deranged you better know the lit I'll die for my sh** so what the f** you thought Hook So what the f** you thought What the f**, what the f** you thought n***a You thought wrong silly a** b**h What the f** you thought, what the f** n***a Ain't got no time for them games and sh** Newsense Nick nal and southern cane goin threw thangs The game put a name to the brain Competition can't f** with us Cause they scared of us and the industry will never be prepared for us So you can stab that sh** in your head if you will Cause it ain't gone be no questions later When it's time to face will the steel cause Like sike i k**s k** the isms in ya'll brain cells ya'll friends tellin me That you hoes can't seem to incenarate These flows that i penetrate So eliminate them thoughts that you intimadate me Yo where you eliminate at T why? this b**h is blowin me He thought i was a simp b**h i'm a pimp Walkin with a limp and ridin Under the fimp it's slidin And i'm emptyin clips in you hoes like chimps and chumps Is their a hump in your step cause you losin your pep And i got another clip left Old school make a move fool flunkie is gone So i'm a take it apon myself To erase all them thoughts you was thinkin Got you pourin out the gin you was drinkin Puttin out your b's and respectin my cheifs And i'm a hit you with the kitchen sink and Blinkin like raiden cause you comptiplatin Gotta give it up got me charged up What the f** you thought hoes newsense done pulled your card up What, what the f** you thought i was bluffin when i said this Competition can't f** wit us because they scared of us And the industry will never be prepared for us So what the f** you thought Hook Young buk Psychodramatical intent Homicidal content Give a n***a not one dent but two lumps If i got to shot two pumps I'm a k** all you chumps Cause this sh** you said kick it off Playin wit this click is just like f**in when your dick is soft Might as well just rip it off Cause their really ain't no need for a dick If it ain't no nuts to back you up So black you f**ed Don't say who that you know it's young to the buk You crack me up Escaped from the padded room Claim this game by sea visions Precisions of n***as with triggas People rushin out the front gate better recognize b**h who the f** on your other end Wantin to do your brother in Cause i'm unlike these other men And i'm smotherin muther f**ers by the dozens cousins Any of your relatives none of them will live to tell But i bet they'll tell to live sh** should i give sh** To stupid n***as who done took from me You can hit this b and get a crazy a** look from me That's about it You n***as ain't about sh** And that's how i roll in black and gold with some paper to fold Stupid hoe So what the f** you thought Hook