Mayhem Lyrics - E-40

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Me and my guys be lurkin' the streets, plottin' upside down, smilin' 

Bummin' no matter Skully hoods bandanas bullets 

Stockin' caps Ski masks loced out murder one classes 

Those who wallop hocked up chopped tatoes permanent creased 

Survival one jeans, throw away his real ooze machines 

Chinese AK zooms, razorblades, Jerry Curls, fingerwaves 

And French braids, labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker 

He might rob ya, niggas come tatted up head in a body slang 

Well, it's your nigga Big Bonna niggas be creepin' up on ya 

Doin' for the juggler niggas tryin' to slug ya 

Catch a nigga doin' all kinds of nasty things 

Ohh, what I feel is mayhem brings 

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You see us on the block we doin' are thuggin', the gottie 

Got the whole cap wonderin', who the fuck shottie? 

Lookin' for the body, tell me what they found 

His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town 

Thinkin' about the set up, tryin' to get my red up 

'Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue 

So what the fuck they wanna do 

Seem like we got the vas of these niggas 

Caught cash and thought we was through 

So fuck this old bat shit, I'll get the gat bitch 

And probably blow your brains out 

Lookin' to get my cap fit 

Thinkin' they all acted up 

And while I'm at yo ass 

I'll probably put the fuckin' slugs 

In you ass 

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Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

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Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks 

If you can't beat us then join us 

Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums 

It's a cold piece of work I just wait 

'Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe 

Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face 

Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothin' for granted 

[Incomprehensible] expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly 

Like changed clammit, dammit 

Us niggas is deep and do improved latex 

Found out where he slept and latest wave caps 

Tycoons, this business is really too bad 

That our biatchess find our villa skates 

Sit up at the roundtable and discuss 

Trish ish batteries and territory issues 

By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots 

So who got six niggas next to carry 

Of these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see 

And if you motherfuckers put some that tatoned to me 

You see these niggas can't flip doing' things that sick, like what? 

Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit 

But I love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it 

Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid 

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks 

If you can't beat us then join us 

Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums 

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks 

If you can't beat us then join us 

Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums 

Uh uh, A element of surprise, getting my gig on 

Split yo house in half with a dreadlock wig on 

When you do ya hot ones, shoot locus 

It's the reflection program dinner rolls, automatic hit the floor 

Dump, bust, blast, barefaces 

Strike, dip, mass like a mental patience 

Run, quick, fast and in a hurry, biaatch 

Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry 

It's like military issues, make you wish you never got an example 

Stalkin' niggas like a bitch do 

Can only ride so long with that fake shit I take shit 

To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch 

So fuck what you say and fuck what you play 

I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say 

If I can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me 'cause 

I bring things to the game for my scuzzie 

We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags 

Now you ridin' in a fan, pulled tight and gag 

Then they pullin' up out the Glad Bags, the hefty type 

But you niggas ain't got no kind of idea what 

A chopped up body looks like 

Then them niggas start to pull down your Levis 

And bust you in the head with ruggard P 85's 

Call a mortician, call mark class somebody in this motherfucker 

'Bout to come up missin', best believe 

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks 

If you can't beat us then join us 

Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums 

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks 

If you can't beat us then join us 

Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums 

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus 

Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks 

If you can't beat us then join us 

Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums 

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