Better Watch Your Back

My name is Lazie

Coming at you

From the big bad IE

I’ll rap all night

Then prepare to set flight

I’ll get high off my ass

Then go for the blast

Or throw you off a building

And put you in a body cast

After the 187

You won’t go to heaven

You’ll go straight to hell

I think I’ll make you suffer

I think I’ll make you yell

I’ll make sure your homeboys

Will be able to tell

That you were so desperate

And so full of pain

Then we made it end

With a bullet threw the brain

I’ll just sit here

Smoking mary-jane

You thought you were all down and hard

You ain’t down for shit

I’ll shoot you as you cruse down the boulevard

Letting you suffer

As I’m consumed by laughter

Leva what’s up now

I thought you were down

Now you down on your knees

Crying like a little bitch

That’s what you get for being a snitch

You thought you can rat on me

And get away

Now here forever you must stay

So say good-bye

Now you die

You’ll never leave this place

As I shoot you in the face

So you better listen

Before you end up miss’n

Don’t be talk”n smack

Or start watch’n your back

When you look at Wisky

If you’re a hayna

You get a little frisky

But if you’re a buster

You will just die

Better just take my word

Cuz that ain’t no lie

There you will just lie

Right there on your bed

All fuck’n dead

A whole clip load

Full of lead

All up in your chest

As you fall to the ground

I yell “fuck the rest”

“Cuz we’re the best”

So when you see us com’n

You better start runn’n

There ain’t nothing you can do

Watch out

It’s your time to leave too

We just say, “boo!”

So quick and so fast

Guess what

We just shot you

That’s when it’s too late

To run

Cuz I’ll pulled out my gun

And shot you for fun

That’s it

We’re done

We leave you there to rott

In the parking lot

Then we see you in the news

And become amused

Knowing that that was me

A real fuck’n “G”

I know my homeboy gots my back

No matter what I do

(HA HA HA)

Even when I killed you!

Lazie and Wisky or Wisky And Lazie

It’s the same fuck’n shit

Cuz we’re both fuck’n crazy

Straight

Loced up “G”s

So mathafucker please

Don’t disrespect me

Or my homie

Cuz we’ll have to go blast’n

And you won’t be last’n

The cops?

They’ll be confused

No murder weapon no witnesses

They won’t know who to accuse

We’re so slick

So fuck’n good

Your six feet under dirt

We’re kick’n it in the hood

We’ll be mac’n it up wit hoes

While your full of bullet holes

We will get away

Because no one will be able to say

What happened that day.

October 31st