Maniac Ridaz Lyrics - The Plague - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Verse 1] 

I'm gangsta steppin 

Representin my block 

Jokes be the name 

702 comin through yo hood 

Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain 

All up in yo gang 

I'm givin a f**k 

I be the one thats gunnin for fun 

Sin City gang with a? 

You can hang with the Sin City gang 

F**k no 

I'm ridin dirty 

With the heat in my hand 

Stay bumpin when I'm swervin 

All days to the curbin 

Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin 

I'm creepin and callin your homies 

Up on it and you callin for help 

But nobodys there 

Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath 

And I left him dead 'cause nobody cares 

Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go 

'cause a gangsta like me will bust back 

And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast 

F**k that I'm ridin 

Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes 

And the briefcase right by my side 

9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know 

That all of my murderers 

Heard of this gangsta crackin necks 

Runnin all night with a jet black 9 

In a g-ride killin up your whole set 

Givin a damn with a strap in my hand 

Unloadin on every punto that I can 

F**kin up playas in Las Vegas 

And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch 

[Chorus] 

So know whatchu gon' do 

When we hit them sticks 

And hit your block 

Like some maniac ridaz 

So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe 

We got some other sick tricks 

Hidden up our sleeves 

So just pass the liquor 

Pass the weed 

Pass us the PCP 

And you gon' see 

How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps 

And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps 

[Verse 2] 

I twist 'em up like a tornado 

Turned tasmanian 

Crack a cranium 

Devlish like that evil motherf**ker Damian 

Cuttin loose 

I'm startin funk like Fox 

Doom juice with doom roots 

I'm rippin fruit loops apart 

I'm infested with the doom 

Infected with the plague 

Got a bitch to lick my wounds 

My enemies is dead 

Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz 

That'll kill a bitchmade nigga 

Twist 'em like a french braid nigga 

Jump on the place 

I'm meetin Osama Bin Laden 

You betta jump on your cellular phone 

And call your mama 

'cause aint nobody gon' make it home 

It's all drama 

As I parachute out that motherf**ker 

I yell geroni-MO 

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But you don't hear me though 

At 30, 000 feet up in the air it's impossible 

See I'm that nigga 

That'll land in a bitches yard 

Dick hard enough to cut through 

A pack of glass and in barge 

And get my f**k on 

Up in her crib 

I don't need her permission 

'cause I aint gonna let her live 

I stay sick with it 

And come equipped with it 

After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

I'm fresh out the county jail 

Just graduated from an anger management program 

I like to punish niggaz 

Slow your roll like a traffic jam 

It's that nigga with a frown turned upside down 

I keep it rough nigga style 

I walk the walk 

I talk the talk 

It aint that punk David Banner 

It's the motherf**kin hawk 

Chokin bitch niggaz out 

But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off 

Your body hard off 

Your motherf**kin face be tore off 

Gotta keep it gangsta 

Because we dog bitch niggaz 

Got itchy fingers 

Along with triggas that'll scratch em 

And load 'em up unload 'em 

And let bitch niggaz have it 

Ghetto savage 

My claws 3 loaded automatics 

That'll rip your ass like Wolverine 

When I'm on that OE and Listerine 

A grousome scene 

Send him home and get shot in the neck 

Have your bitch ass smokin a stick 

Just to deal with his death 

Now 1 plus 1 equal 2 

Thats what I assume 

And many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz 

I got him now I'm comin after you 

I put it in and do him 

So hop your bitch ass in this effect 

Make no mistake 

Yeah nigga you dead 

I take his soul across the foggy lake 

No escape 

Bing the chalk 

And the yellow tape 

It's just another flat-footed cop 

Closin a bloody murder case 

I aint playin no games 

And I aint speakin in riddles 

But you niggaz is sweet and colorful 

Like a bag of skittles 

All about my skrilla and bits 

Always pack pistols 

It's kinda mystical 

And thug niggaz appear like ninjas 

Off my gangsta whistle 

Apocolyptic season if the sickness 

You must forget 

I reveal the strongest weakness 

When I hit yo block and leave you wicked 

Some niggaz call me a demon 

'cause I see the future livin grousome 

Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle 

Sin City Dark angel 

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