Yeah, yeah, volume three
Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh
I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh
Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?
Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga
Thirty-eight, snub busters, slugs rush ya
I should be in anger management class, the way I'm aimin' a mac
That's how I let off frustration pertainin' my past
Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin' at cabs
Feds is on cars that's why they give him On-Star
Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs
Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin' up the club
I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, I'm just like
Them Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knife
Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda
Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?
I'm a monster on the street, I'll play all strips
I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips
If I ain't got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
Y'all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
Listen up
I bought a yellow banana six 'cause the way I peel off
Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin' I'm soft
This'll silence yo' ass quick, put a apple on the tip
Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit
Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes
'Cause, Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise
'Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get 'em live
Then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise
Yeah, I look out for my niggaz but I'm not a town hero
When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero
I'm the reason niggaz jumpin' out of buildings, shit
They better let that hard ground kill 'em then they run down sizzlin'
Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live
So the only way I'm fightin' for the wall is they comin' to my crib
Double-R motherfucker, we runnin' this shit
'Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin' and shit, bitch
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
Listen, I wasn't born with stats but I might stand while y'all was young
I used to be on the cheese line 'cause I was born to be a rat
My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice
And it won't be just them Arabs runnin' around with they face wrapped
So if you a thug, throw these slugs
And not at my vest, throw it at my mug
'Cause my niggaz'll get y'all back, love is love
'Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood
I never back down, I put backs on grounds
That'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
Man fuck this track, listen to how I sound
That's your block, that's your city, that's your town?
Bladow It's mines now
'Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now
'Cause I know y'all all laughin', playin' your John Madden
Till me and my niggaz kick open the door like
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin' y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin' y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
Artist: Blood For Blood
Artist: Les Miserables
Artist: Lloyd Cole