100 Sheisty's Lyrics - Singles - Harlem World

Featuring Drag-On] 

[Loon] 

Yo,what would make a scared man pull a trigga 

The same thing that's make a scared man act bigga 

The same thing that'd make me grab my tec and empty quicker 

Adrenaline rush 

On the hush 

You'd die fuckin wit us 

Vacant lot is my home and the team that I trust 

So dont talk about them things if yo things dont bust 

I knew a guy like you, his name was Phillepe 

Had me on 3-way 

With the D.A. 

Tryin to find out where we stay 

So on my 24th b-day 

I'm locked up in V.A. 

He dont know my guns turn commotion 

To slow motion 

Then from slow motion 

To no motion 

Run up in the place he hip-hoppin 

Spit shots in 

Clip droppin 

If I get caught, get Cochran 

And give Pedro, my pesos 

So he dont snitch while i lay low 

For 'bout a week or 2 

Come back like peek-a-boo 

You see me 

I see you 

And if you talk, you'll be in ICU 

[Cardan] 

Yo I know you know a lot of brothas that's sheisty, 

Like I know a hundred brothas that's real, 

But I think it's time you know how we chill. 

Chorus: 

I'd been a hundred places, and nothin excites me, 

Hit an hundred ho's and none of them wifey. 

For every thousand that love me, 

A hundred dont like me, 

So how you wit a hundred cats, and none of the sheisty? 

[Drag-On] 

We the niggas wit the homicides 

That's got the niggas the most dramatized 

On how actually sat there and watched they mama die 

But dont worry about it, you second 

Wish I could get her first 

'cause she's the one who gave birth, 

And we can't have no-more dirt in the earth 

I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights 

But I'm usin a switch, and throw you in a ditch 

Ya body don't fit, 'cause niggas could still see ya dicks 

So ya really wanna take that risk 

Then un-ball ya fists 

'cause i'm always a step ahead of ya'll 

You ball ya fists, I cock back 

Take this nigga I got that 

And that's what it's gonna mop at 

This gun is from a foreign land 

I don't know why i got it in my hand 

And I'm gonna get off every penny 

I dont care if its automatic or semi 

If I payed 300 flat 

That means I'm gonna send a hundred cats back 

With 300 attack 

But it dont hafta be an attack 

I'm gonna get the gas, and get em all in 1 house, and run out 

And sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on it 

And come back to a pile of ash 

Chorus 

[Meeno] 

Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty a hundred quicker 

We strap up inside the 18-wheeler 

A drug dealer, with cold cash, but so as 

To get a stash would be no task 

With no mask, love to get you hot and blast, than fast 

My infared beam is on ya ass 

My team is on ya ass 

Plottin schemin on ya ass 

That bitch you came wit stayed scremin on that ass 

For 3 and a ass 

'cause nigga we love the cash 

Harlem World niggas got g's in the stash 

No questions asked, time to tell 

Heaven or hell 

You dont wanna be the nigga who be catchin the shell 

Meeno, and I be the team to prevail 

So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be held 

MuthaFucka!!!! 

Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end] 

Chorus til fade