Zagg - Usual Suspects lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Calling all Siccmade riders Usual suspects Report to the mic room Let's do it like this [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] All it took is a 1/2 teaspoon of salt, 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda b**h a** n***a, move out the way, we taking over Like, Takeover Entertainment Matter of fact, my n***as in the house, we about to tell you how the game went But if you would give me about 30 more seconds, so I could touch n***as like greeting cards I'm a lethal weapon and I'm-a creep with weapons like Saving Private Ryan n***as will have to recognize, if they don't, they probably lying They got too much pride, trying to get twisted up like greenery Socking n***as up in the crowd like *bing bing bing-bing bing bing bing* It's like that, n***a, real gats And I got that all-black thing in the back that peels caps And I'm still that n***a in black like [?] 50 sack of bomb a day and it's all to the face, n***a Nobody, no case, n***a, quick to replace n***as Spit hot heaters all at your face, n***a, clips split them [Verse 2: E-Moe] I'm E-dash-M-O-E, don't nobody know me I can run in their house and k** their whole family But, uh, I refuse to lose, paying my dues, singing ghetto blues Counting my two's and few's, knocking out fools and crews Because if they knew I ever had it, shoot me up with automatics We +mob deep+ like Havoc and Prodigy, how stupid you got to be f**ing with the best, represent the west coast I'm trying to be cool before I hit you in the nose Case closed and red roses, split your head like Moses You know this, I keep a strap in my lap when I'm at a show, b**h I take a ho in the back and let her know, trick This be the city of Sac, all the way to the "O", b**h We out here taking it back, you heard that, motherf**er You ain't f**ing with no s**ers, ain't nobody out here doing this can touch us [Verse 3: Loki] Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Murder for wholesale, [?], alibi's trump-tight Taking bodies to the dump site, what the f** happen you when don't come right Got the b**hes squared up in my gun sight See, what I do, is number 1, pre-meditate Number 2, infiltrate, do my dirt, then, finally Number 3, make my escape and vacate to where my alibi waits With a smile on her face and panties low on her waist Not your usual, not your average savage Crossing state lines with munitions in my baggage Cabbage, sh**, got to get it But now, the reality is all about how to get away with it [Verse 4: Zagg] Feel my fire, the heat I spit lets you exhibit Make your heart stop a minute, 30 seconds, b**h n***a sh** I manifest, flip it, make it spill like liquid First Siccmade chick hit with a bit of the siccness Wicked witch of the west coast style, look at me now Sacramento, Cali, check us deep in the South The wax melted, burn you up like rubber, dub you another Witness the bad b**h gut check you in trouble I make G's, believe that, smoke fat bomb weed after weed sack Take cheese, I'm going to need that, come with me to the 5150, it get tricky [?] see me be the most sneaky, freaky mind, sickly Put it all on wood, you wish you could but you can't f** with this Can't touch my sh**, you [?] Battle the cats, I like getting the practice Mind strong, I rhyme long, I bust fastest [Verse 5: Phonk Beta] I got the toolie, that make you ashy Bet you didn't know I keep two clips with my Smitty Never know what you're facing, running and pacing It's not good to be chasing Me? I can't run real fast, I'm after the cash Especially when I blast that a**, so keep that a** Out of them dark streets, because I possess the heat That puts you under a sheet, don't sweat the technique I'll leave you bloody on the beat, [? half bit into like a peach I'm-a start touching n***as up just like paint Just because I never k**ed nobody doesn't mean that I can't Now walk the plank, while I'm just puffing on dank You b**h-a** n***a, now what the f** you think? They call me the day walker, AK Phonk Beta So, open up your mouth while I ejaculate it [Verse 6: COS] f** a b**h, I'll put your a** on the release list Siccmade starter got no room for your [?] And rumors around the precinct have it that you're a gossiper Talk show host like Ricki Lake and that's a problem, sir I flip cakes like Betty Crocker, Mr. Officer So, if he tell you what I be doing, I gots to pop him, sir That's how the game go, no [?], no halo's Who am I to say so but check out my whole case load Been dealing with drama since mama, she let her babe go And never looked back, so I learned to cook crack to make dough Break ho's like fake ho's when I run in their house Mask down, pistol out, n***a, give me your house, give me your spouse I'll pop her a** in the head so quick won't no blood even spill on her blouse Just sit on the couch, give me the safe or I'll spit in your mouth Find it myself, fill the bag then I'm out, n***a [Verse 7: Calico] You ever wondered what it sounds like when dirt's raining on the casket? I'm-a hit you, split you wide open with the automatic I'll let you feel the [?] f** around and seat that a** next to the Titanic Don't panic, n***a, because it was you kicking up all the dust on your internet chat line We'll take your face and break your guts and leave your k**er hard to find All my Siccmade n***as are devil blind, go cross the line, try to take the shine I f**ing dare you, I'll let my twin cal or this .45 smell you all over the concrete The sh** you wolfing off is deep because a n***a like me never sleep A b**h-a** n***a [?], wrap them rivals heads in plastic Run up in their house and ransack it Ain't gonna be another [?] in this game Stay smoke a n***a out and let my n***a Manson live through my name Calico, eternal flames [Verse 8: Crookwood] I'm in position, ready, set, here we go on 3 I'm crawling through the doggy door about to vanish these fleas A few pops behind the ear is all it takes (then what?) Then you're leaking like a drippy faucet, bleeding like grapes We're hitting 7 points of entry at the same damn time Plus my boy been in your pantry since a quarter to 9 The toys been co*ked and ready since you crossed that line We snatch your sh** up like greedy kids, "That's mine, that's mine!" Twitchy trigger fingers, about to itch them and blast Practice tactical a**aults in all black like the TASK Twist your neck until we hear your upper vertebrae snap Operating with a face mask and a surgery cap You're flipping birds in your raps, we're hitting curbs in the 'Lac's Spitting tell it like it is, you're obscuring the facts And the fact is, it's beddy-bye time, so nighty-night Drive a motherf**ing stake through your heart like Fright Night [Verse 9: Tall Cann G] Who want some? Tell them n***as come and get it I make sure that they coffin is custom fitted The way that the [?] put these n***as to rest So walk around the city with a "S" on my chest Unusual suspect, ready to jump out the bushes And leave a knife in a n***a neck, slit a n***a throat k** that n***a and his ho, f** a rap and f** this scrap And I create another bloody glove, n***a, like OJ [Verse 10: D-Dubb] n***as bend blocks, send shots, put big holes in your body You ready to go all out? Keep your doors locked .44 co*ked, ready or not [?] that make things happen Would you believe this n***a tried to cross me So, I had to off him, leave him like a puzzle All in his muzzle backing it up with some muscles Came in this game with a def jam, like Russell Serious, n***as tried to step but your mouth ain't no bicep Seen so many n***as trying to side step But the n***as couldn't get over because the n***as moving like a 16-wheel truck 21st Street rider, for real and I know what's up On them switching-lane a** n***as, so watch where you step, n***a Because when your sh** goes down in flames, man your [?] Them firestarters done came, them daredevil's ain't up on my level The way I push the pedal, they get smashed on by King Kong in this concrete jungle n***a, stop swinging on Siccmade dick [?] with a full clip, you know where I be When Siccmade n***as about to break the bank for about seven figures With more heat and metal arms under my sleeve About 4 or 3, now they know this n***a [?] [Verse 11] I stay sticking and moving, moving and sticking Motivation with improvements, my blueprints is ruthless It's useless, with 2 clips, putting holes in you like toothpicks [?] straight at the end, [?] lived Cutthroat [?] [?] flipping, ripping and spitting Like some staples in your facial Giving you a f**ing face full, I was faithful You was acting ungrateful and hateful, so, I'm about to be playful with you Switching my bishop like Bishop You think I'm [?] then I'm flipping it like a pimp did in 1960 Usual suspects [?] [Verse 12] Straight sh**ting on n***as, popping clips and pulling triggers Tell me nothing off the liquor, now how you figure you're the bigger rigger Your face will [?] You better stay cold, n***a before I fill hollow holes in you k**er California, another one on the bus Come into your home and start [?] until your [?] f**ed The [?], yo, what's up, mama raised no punks You want to stomp and just buck, I gives a f** Smoked the face off the blunt, up in the cut and bending corners Tucked [?] Always talking that stuff, you full of powder, you puff Hit your turf hella tough and blow your whole f**ing hood up [Verse 13] Yeah, now I'm spitting knots with the hit rock Siccmade sh**'s hot, big Glock shoot shots All the way to the tip-top, see me coming for you, ready or not So if I see you on the southside and a trick slipping, I'm grabbing the Glock See a b**h-made n***a like you should [?] Because you don't know enough about the man with the [?] hand to put your a** in the box Now what you got, not a damn thing, you can't hang with gorilla man So it's best to get your own thing before I make your rope hang, n***a