Stupid Muthafuckas (30 Minutes To War) Lyrics - The Group Home

[Intro] 

Yes my name is Clarice 

My husband I think he is fuckin the Avon Lady 

that comes through every day 

Could you tell me how can I not be a stupid bitch? 

{Fuck the mail man, you stupid muthafucka} 

Where my bitches at? 

Chorus: Lil Dap (repeat 3X) 

These stupid muthafuckas wanna fuck with me, fuck with me 

And get that ass torn up see 

'cause my success, rings from the top of hip hop 

One day, will rule the game, in the game of hip hop 

{Lil Dap} 

You 3 times around the world, were we plannin the mark 

Settin the art, niggas gettin torn apart 

'cause my CD flow through your blood stream yo 

'cause niggas is shook to see a little nigga come back 

Blowin holes in your tracks, watching freaks react 

Let's take it back, in the Group Home talkin with mack 

These hoes with tracks, can't fuck around with Lil Dap 

Yo 30 minutes to war, and we ready to get it on 

These bati boy, jet like niggas beefin for rap 

Grab my nina from the back, smack that shit outta her black 

Ready to attack, Group Home is strong like that 

Watch your back, 'cause you made it on like that 

Chorus 3X 

{Melachi The Nutcracker} 

Aiyo I break date, concentrate on how to make 

One million straight, by the Y2K 

Eight mob, puttin suckas on their jobs 

People got robber trying to flash jewels at bars 

Roster farayan yellin "Go select a" 

I'm the Nutcracker, and you know I teach ya 

Comin from the burks, of street regulator 

Rhymes out the ash, I dig in my stash 

Punks through the dash, 'cause you get slashed fast 

12 O'Clock mass, kneel down and pray 

Like my man Ray, I got the right one ba-bay 

So say what you say, or say it in my face 

I'm like an open case, with no clues to trace 

Face your defeat, I would like you to meet 

This punk ass clown who walk down the street 

Chorus 2X 

{Lil Dap} 

Yo niggas really don't wanna fuck with me 

Stains like jeans, to tear that ass out the front key 

My history of rap, got me comin back with the gat 

I sing on tracks, my ghetto audience they react 

When I rap, these 89 niggas they bring it back 

Like dippin in the club, you and your team you rub a dub 

Press prenub, watch these niggas run the fuck out 

Without a doubt, I hope these niggas ate there pea sprouts 

Comin from Brooklyn, yo we explore to get it on 

Comin from different boroughs and we flauntin the shit 

If these niggas try to act up, we be packin shit 

Diggin the drop, the dread set watchin this 

Walk the streets, serious, but understand this 

My halomic swing got them kinda lost in The Source 

These are the days, the 90's and we got to get paid 

On my niggas, we shine like diamonds on a ring 

Chorus 4.5X 

[Outro] 

Straight like that, straight like that 

Uh, straight like that