Young Moose - Chiraq Remix lyrics

Young Moose n***a Out The Mud [Verse 1: Young Moose] Im wit it n***a Im committed n***a Out the mud How im livin n***a Head shot Come get it n***a Then post up I did it n***a Trap hard Buy more pistols Come threw till they get the picture Four weeks straight f** n***as Dumb n***a thought I was slippin Cut 'em off like a pair a clippers Then bang on 'em like Blake Griffin Head shots I complete the mission All I hear is people b**hin My mova like shouldn't have played witcha Same n***a that stays witchu Same bed he laid witchu Ta be forreal he was raised witchu f** n***a keep talking down What the f** people think they can walk around Like a cruise fitta had ta chop him down The car was hot Had to walk 'em down b**h n***a dont make a sound Matter fact dont come around Same sh** you dont know about me Smack you up Make you roll out Pistol whip you Knock your golds out f** put his a** in the old house Young wit that G gold out Clap his a** Bring the poles out Dumb Dumb bring them hoes out They see me What you know about Keep it on my Be too crowded Pop you then just forget about it Call freak be callin me That gold forever That real beef We come through Went bang bang Errybody think they Chief Keef When we swing threw its a hurricane Make sure yall ont get no sleep Im goin hard like Labron I got heat Its on me They got my picture in the district Like Bobby Johnson Imma OG Slide down Leave a n***a flat Knock the air out of 'em like a slow leak My b**h called said "good night" f** out of here I ain't goin ta sleep You bet mines go flip flop When its rainin out yall b**hes cheap Dirty who*e what you geekin for Baby father tried to kick the door Hell no I got something for 'em He come in here we gonna go to war Had his a** eating out of straws K12 gun inna floor Makin that money My n***as get draw My mans booked so im goin through it f** the hitta you know imma do it We ain't talkin you know imma do it Talkin crazy I say imma do it We real n***as we ready for war The realest condition and give 'em some more Servin the scramble and sellin the raw Guarantee they come back for some more You really want war that war, is you sure [Verse 2: X Slick] Semi automatic 9-millameter 16 shot hello tips Hit a n***a wit a 350 Sendin n***as a** doing back flips Im from Cherry Hill Its a battle field You f** around get your sh** peeled You f** around get you sh** split Get your head bust when your f**ing wit us My nuts is saggin like Afghanistan Everybody got a gun in dey hand They watchin up wit the binoculars up inna helicopters Its Pakistan Im hittin the hood wit a nuet bomb Everybody knows my arms strong Everybody knows Im King Kong Im puttin all them little n***as on 16 wit a M16 You call me the slitherines You n***as be takin them pop shots My n***as be leavin the murder scenes I ont like them n***as from the other side I pull up to 'em Now shots fired Catch his a** from the blind side Get them tips shots from the 405 I want a n***a to retaliate Serve his a** onna dinner plate I split a head wit a mac-10 While my little n***a gotta 38 Fire works like the 4th of July Bum, bum, bum n***a you die Fire works like the 4th of July La, la, la