2 Bogish Lyrics - Singles - Crucial Conflict

[Hook:] X 4 

We bogus bogus and mafia! 

Say what? 

[Never] 

Stand tall when this shit jump off 

Better back back down 

Got a wild wolf pack attack 

We'll body snatch em, crack em 

Detach and smack em 

Run from the gun finna have you some 

Spin em around ready to drown em 

Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin 

'cause he wasn't ready for the wild gankin 

Blindfold execution style 

Certified straight lunatic bucked 

Cook County bounty rowdy better be audi 

Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber 

Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers 

Ride, east coast west coast 

In the middle, down south, 2 bogus 

Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin 

Your trunk and we steady dumpin 

[Crunchy Black?] 

It's a motherfuckin stick up 

Giddy your shit up 

Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up 

Crucial Conflict, click I roll with 

Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up 

Gimme that money, ain't shit funny 

Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south 

Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray? 

Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby 

If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby 

If you know what I'm sayin 

Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin 

Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin 

Face down in the ground hopin dead they live 

You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal 

Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat 

But it ain't where you from it's where you at 

I'm in the golden, nigga 

[Hook] X 4 

[Coldhard] 

Well if your city's hardest 

Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before 

Paid to do my same life 

Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do 

Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new 

We in the cell too 

We could get clink claks and thousand suits 

Lizard boots, a ring or two 

How you move to the blue, how you call us crew 

Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose 

Me and my down south niggas rule 

Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too 

[Juicy J] 

This goes out to all my niggas 

Flippin cheese and countin figures 

Put your boy up in the picture 

Knowin I wanna be down with ya 

Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas 

Clicked up like notorious killas 

Never focused, always bogus 

Blunts and guns is all we totin 

Constantly rollin, constantly rollin 

Tight on white but weed I'm smokin 

Every corner playas postin 

Eyes are red from dope we chokin 

All your hoes they blowin kisses 

Pay attention to our pimpin 

Flict, Nino, and the Juice 

We tear the club up thugs and bitches 

[Kilo] 

Bone solid! 'cause papa was a rolling stone 

Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone 

Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin 

Dippin in my stridin 

Never slippin, just slidin, canivin 

Bogus bogus nigga hopeful 

Got that mossberg 

Send the word, Kilo 

Not because the mac spittin potent dope 

And this overdose, comatose 

We gon rush and drain your mind 

It's a Conflict in the ghetto 

And we livin in crucial times 

[Hook] X 4 

[Lord Infamous] 

Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold 

We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago 

Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is 

Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..) 

I'ma let this mob take off 

Won't stop until I knock it off 

The left fill it up till it wet and erupt 

Erupt like muggin my type busta 

Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle 

Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little 

Feel my force, of course you're hoarse 

From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle 

Stabbin up through the ?vouches? 

Lord Infamous shock absorbin 

I'm squishin like project roaches 

'cause we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus 

[Wildstyle] 

Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run 

Gun got me so gone hit em son 

We the number one young gun 

Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none 

Run up and get done punk 

Hit em up jump straight bucked 

When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk 

It's on fool pull the wrong move 

And soon lose ya like Lucifer 

In the middle make a fool of ya 

Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed 

Huh? Where ya nuts son? 

I got Chicago straight Chicago 

98 shit figured up on John Doe 

In the roll no flow peepin at all 

Close to coast close to crawl 

Bump em all, put em in shock 

'cause ya can't walk or walk 

If ya know who the boss, pack it up 

Ya lost, say what? 

[Hook] (till fade)