Bring It On feat. 2-Low,Seagram,Too Much Trouble,5th Ward Boyz,Odd Squad

歌詞

Cover your dome or feel a motherfucking glock The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots Biggity bang biggity bang, hit the motherfucking deck I'm down on this track and I'm abouts to get wreck I'm coming like a hustler, never coming buster Blasting on you hoes screaming "Die motherfucker" Never showing mercy cause that shit is for the weak I rhyme with my glock and knock a nigga off his feet A young nigga, shorts as I figure Step up with that bullshit, I'm a greet you with this trigger Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels Bucking with the 5th ward will get your motherfucking dome peeled Motherfucker bring it on It's the Seagster, the major leagster Bitch deceiver, nigga lie and leave her Oakland hustler, never been a busta Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherfucka Straight from the 6-9, the final line village Doing more damage than the Exxon spillage Uh, coward, and that's that I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flat No rehabilitatin, take the nigga out the ghetto But you can't take the ghetto out the nigga Ain't nothing changed since the 70's I'm hellbound nigga, my life ain't never been heavenly Never slippin punk no, a nigga don't lag Game tight replace a nigga's Nikes with a toe tag His zoom, his ass, his zigga I'm the founder Stacking up bodies like Jeffery Dahlmer Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tip toe To a nigga's window, with my M 6-0 Putting motherfuckers out their misery And watching the murders reenacted on Unsolved Mysteries Trick, coward lame pussy ass faggot Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots Nigga's can't harm me, Rap-A-Lot army Coming like Desert Storm, you've been warned But if you still want some, nigga bring it on Too Much Trouble done sewed up the tracks Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch The Nickel Nut and the Band-Aid Bandit Yes the Nickel Nut pimping ten different sluts You've encountered slavery bitch I don't give a fuck That petal turn tricks, a suck a lotta dicks And come with my money or they get their ass kicked Geto got hoes on the stroll making my bank roll But when we tangle bitch, I run with foes Cause all about the pen, ain't talking about the pussy I'm talking about the paper, so bitch shake your money maker It's the pimp pimp pimpin, you're simp simp simpin Your bitch chose me now you're wimp wimp wimpin Nigga you was wrong when you reached for your chrome A slug to your dome, bad news done beat you home You think we was acting about making but you're wrong We in a pizzimping and its on so bitches bring it on Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x) Bring it oooooooooooooon! Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with this damn thang Boom boom boom, and I'm about to make freedom ring 5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day The 5th Ward Boys on the motherfucking set Putting a slug off in your chest Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest Nigga ratta tat tat to your temple Shit is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple Jump if you want, nigga, and I'm a half to hunt ya Murder after murder after goddamn murder Yo I'm taking niggas to the promised land With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn peter man lets rock stupid fuck is fucking it up with Double O, life is stuck up For the ten flow, so what you wanna do, ho Yeah, cause we're checking mo motherfuckers, parking mo motherfuckers And killing more motherfuckers than any one of you motherfuckers While your ho sleeping let's get it on And get your fucking wig split, fool-ass nigga, now bring it on I can't see your ass bitch, so you'd better watch your bust or Take that from a blind handicapped motherfucker Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that nigga Well it's me that nigga D (Who?) That fat square twister, the one who fucked your sister I made her pussy blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back And my heat up under the seat ready to put the lead on ya So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you wanna Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime (Repeat 2x) A weed-smoking motherfucker, plus I kick doobies I'm the one that told that nigga to go insane in that Lobbies Ganksta NIP is fucking your daughter, G I wake up every morning screaming "Somebody slaughter me!" Step in my path, your ass is void Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schizophrenic android Your mind ain't deep enough, claws can't keep enough Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest A whole body is hard to digest Once I flex, count the next The hardest I won like the recreation of Malcolm X So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter Sickness change quick, a 40 of holy water Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x) Bring it oooooooooooooon! DMG bring it on I've been a victim of society They got me fucked in this whole shit Niggas running up with M11's and some mo shit It seems to me they wanna start something But I'm a let this motherfucking 9 break em off something My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that Miggity Mike serving em soft from these niggas gats I guess it's like guerilla warfare Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for deaf until you make it there And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce More murder by killing and slaying some shit You fake on the two, you find your homie dead in a ditch Now the fucking water's getting hot Homie after homie after homie's getting shot And niggas are overlookin the joys of life .357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight Check it, first I walk up on him like I know him Then, I let me conversation start to ho him Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business Cause niggas always be fucking shit up well it's time to handle they business He's peeping out my missile as I stand straight So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape Come check a nigga gun for his get sound get click Yo, you shoulda brought it on 3-2 comin at ya, comin at ya Don't make me pull my shit and have to cap ya With my glock, I make it go "pop," it's a 17 shot So a nigga gon drop, a nigga gon drop You heard me roll a fatty Now I'm at the window of your cocksucking caddy So what you wanna do? It's about that time Pop pop pop goes the weasel in my nine Uh, where your nuts at nigga? You'd better let em hang Cause we can get it on ho, it ain't no thang, uh Mo murder mo motherfucking merrier Cause I be one of the roughest niggas from the hardcore area So quit running your mouth, bitch, you know you can't fade this Rap-A-Lot south shit It's the 3 the motherfucking 2 So bring on your motherfucking crew bitch, we can get it on Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator Leaving a path of destruction like the motherfucking Terminator Lurking the streets of hardcore, stalking like a predator 17 shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine Cause the nine'll hit your ass every time Got my motherfucking b-mo, going straight for the dome Wig-splitting nigga with the finger on the trigger Sinister, symptoms of a motherfucking killer B-I-G to the motherfucking M-E Double L O's not a motherfucking ho But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking niggas like dope Now bitch don't choke, cause the dick's down your throat Getting my blast on, nigga get your ass on Riggy run your ass home cause I'm a bring it on It's the return of the motherfucking dreadlock Putting fools in headlocks, giving niggas headshots You don't wanna fuck with me, I ain't that motherfucka I mean that average run-of-the-mill ass nigga You hoes better recognize that nigga that you up against Mista mista Scarface ain't that nigga to be fucking with So lay it down niggas, bump it down or feel the pressure Cause I'm the type of nigga that's known for taking drastic measures Quick to rip shit and leave a motherfucker twitching So niggas make a run once the rifle starts spittin Round after round after motherfuckin round So bitches lay it down, I shut em down I shut em down I shut em down Screaming for vengeance I swear that I meant this descended Surrender suspended cause niggas I meant it Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation Still got the mind of a motherfuckin mental patient I got the chrome to my own dome But I'm a give you one before I take it home motherfucka so, uh Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 3x) Bring it oooooooooooooon!