I Ain't Goin Lyrics - Singles - L.e.p. Bogus Boys

Sound the alarm 

Infamous comes 

From the slums 

Lookin' them done 

Within' they pump 

Cough the thoughts 

Bitches are numb 

Niggas they run 

All of my guns 

Droppin' a fuss 

Filish the wound 

Bitches are doom 

At high noon 

Billy the Kid 

Splatter his wig 

Without a clue 

Niggas get blue 

Off they shoes 

What's up dead fool 

I got my tools 

Don't get the rules 

It's up to you 

What will you do 

Here comes the rat 

Here comes the tat 

Hit 'em with bats 

Chop off they ass 

Blow up the gats 

Don't hit a mack 

Infamous packed 

Down for a jack 

Ready to buck 

Wantin' to fuck 

Testin' my nuts 

You will get stuck 

Down in the rut 

Fillin' the slugs 

Empty your gut 

All on the rug 

(?) dug 

All on my mug 

They will pay 

When I'm comin' with the shanks 

And my dank 

And the chains 

Fallin' up and down the street 

Lookin' for some shit to creep 

Niggas knowin' my bogus tags 

And they pull up they gangsta setts 

They knowin' bout my roll 

Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard 

And dumpin' trick in a ditch 

That's my hobby cause I ain't ready 

In the bushes where I hang 

But you want to be a wild thang 

And throw yo ass up in my face 

Now I got your little monkey ass 

No I'm not a scapula 

So try to break it off with the rest of your dough 

(?) the rest of yo bag 

(???) 

Which will die or bleed elite 

Watch yo body hit the street 

(?) they say where you lay 

No one knows your damn face 

But I do and that's a fact 

Come play the game of pitty pat 

I thought you on the railroad track 

Slice yo head and leave you dead 

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I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business 

I ain't goin' bitch 

Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be... 

Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin' 

When the nines cocked 

Don't get yourself in a situation 

Straight to a pinebox 

I think it's time for meditation 

To all this crime stop 

Three 6 known for demonstratin' 

For makin' bodies drop 

Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie 

Like the movie Scream 

These niggas don't say nothing to me 

'Cause I be lookin' mean 

And if you stick a knife right through me 

Cut through my bloodstream 

You hoes ass niggas better kill me 

'Cause fool this ain't no dream 

I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy 

Straight out the institution 

Like a mafia member pay me 

They know there nothin' to it 

To leave my house lazy 

And throw her in a sewer 

The 97 you can't fade me 

When I got something to do with it 

Now we got some killas in the house 

When you claim you couldn't tell 

Do I need to leave it here? 

(buck, buck, buck) 

To leave your ass convinced 

Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes 

Mack 10's and 12's rebel 

WE got this under control 

And when we call this type of deal 

It's a splash party 

When them brains paint the wall 

It's Dj Paully all off of ya'll 

Watch me blas 

Watch me grasp for this stash 

Rip off this mask 

I done got hotter hope it's all cash 

And the n we hopin' in this essence 

But throw them gats 

The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus 

And now we goin' out own separate ways 

We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid 

[Chorus]