Story Behind The Song
Written as a Crime Mobb Diss in its raw form.
| Song Length |
2:49 |
Genre |
Rap - Gangsta, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Hook
U don?t want beef wit me
I?m leaving bodies in da street
Whether the pistols or my lyrics G
I?m uppin da heat spittin da fire 2 put ya 2 sleep put ya 2 sleep
Verse
Grippin da grain smoking on thangs
a nigga wit a tech or a pump dat bang
Fuck wit dis nigga and death I will brang
so gone tell yo people who really run thangs
Ellenwood nigga have always been lame
Decatur ass niggas have neva played games
We smoke on the thunder 2 ease da pain
from 36 deamons all up in our brain
Where can I go where can I run Ain?t no muthafuckin? runnin from a deamon
So I up da tech cock da shit put a round in da chamber nigga just 2 see how far it spit
Whew shit did you think I was done 35 deamons and dey still want some
Cocked da sawed of some call it a pump
it?s gone be dirty when dey hit da floor but still left one
Outta fuckin shells but left one in da gun I?ma save dat one fo da last deamon
Who walk just like me talk just like me claimin dat he nuttin but a real O.G.
Bring ya ass down 2 decatur see it?ll be ya very last day walkin?
Knuckin? and buckin? you must want some beef
fuck wit dis nigga and death you will meet
Multiple thoughts of ya ass 2 sleep but you one dem niggas dat got 2 be beat
Pistol I tuck knuckles I draw right 2 his chin left 2 his jaw
Echoes of bone shatter thru da hall while slowly watchin? ya body fall
What da fuck now pistol in hand guess it?s time fo dez foolish ass games 2 end
(Hook)
Shawty you seen me on Candler road Blowin my dro in AC ho
Game be on point like Stacy so it?s nothing fo ho?s 2 go get my dough
Whip up a cake break off a quake roll up a blunt traffic my weight
From state 2 state she good when it come 2 sayin? no names
If eva she caught cause I taught her da game
pimpin my nigga it?s all in my veins
Ain?t takin no shorts I?m all about gain profit and thangs
A lil bling bling fo my momma 2 where when she ridin? on spree?s
and I?m ova seas vacationing wit Chrizzmatic and Cee,
Catur and Pee smoking on tree?s cutting ho?s by da 2?s and 3?s
Decatur where we greater haters get nothing but bustin 40 cal. straight dumpin
den find a trunk fo you 2 get dumped in can?t fit cut his legs off and try it again
So don?t knuck if you buck if you think you a thug
I connect long distance fo free like sprint wit slugs
So lets not let it get tragic I?m da franchise nigga like da Magic
I got a 10 blunt a day smoking average and killin? and smoking shawty dats a bad mix
(Hook)
© 2006 Count The Cash Records
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