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