Menace

Artist: Napolean f/C-Bo, yuk
Album: Paper & Wait - Conflict
Song: Mash
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[yuk]
Nigga money getter come like huh heffer
With triple beams on the dresser
Drive a testerosa with guns in the holster
Fully vest up protect us with shit that
Covers stomach and chest up from the neck up
Crossing ber-get necklace rap a lot texas
Smoke a lot records in the facts to come get us
Still get wetter with they own berretas
Trying to arrest us like ripping your check up
Hate they connected check infested money only gets betters
My massteress with only the big tetters
Mad a the keis and getter with heather
Got the cheddar and wifey the lexus
Started my own business smoke a lot records
Fuck a suit I'm in a office appirexed up driking moeta
With tech up inside my drawer incase anymore
Unexpected guests show up at my door like they should of
Don't test yuk been around the world like macy better
House on the lake and better as long as I keep chasing cheddar
In that case then forever I used to hang with fellas
With cardboard hats with jasons now I'm under the umbrella
For the cheddar you see I'm all about the fed fest my nigga

[Chorus]
My niggas mash major grass blast niggas on site
Trying to shake the taz fuck bitches all night
My niggas make the cash train chickens all night
Trying to shake the taz on deep dishes all right
On deep dishes all right on deep dishes all right

[C-Bo]
We push the big body lex with the platinum rolex
With all this crushed ice and baggets get me mo pussy than cotex
I'm all about the dollars impala so holler when you see me
My father to death when you bitch niggas put me to rest
Never to be caught up over the henn and fool
I brandish the pistol with a navigator on haters
Hitting them with a h-kater and handle these hopeless
Best believe we be the loccest niggas alive
And all my niggas be preparing to ride till we die
C-Bo the pause we written FUCKCBO
Strapped in our draws and all down to laugh at cbo fag
When it's war we hitting head on the night with the infered on
Monies wanna live like that fuck the mob
You best to get on with no remorse of course you get torched
When I'm sideways in the porsche with an alibi in new york
Niggas wanna fade this taz couldn't fade this
I just a look out the peep hole and let the case spit

[Napolean]
Trouble ain't nothing but a walk in the park
We stubble my hole in a rap for trying to rap like they got heart
We started this shit we let the hood rip thick in this shit
We turn rapper into CHRISTIANS and good stuff

Fuck the law I ain't trying to run no more I'm ready to ride or die
Like the
black panthers way back in seventy four fo pac nigga
I'm ready to pop a shot at your entourage puts your lights out
Close the garage I leave that in the street face ain't far from your
Heat
cut the fuck up like the rest of your niggas should be
We O.U.T.laws we ain't through with the war it's getting started
We'll shoot at a nigga we can guarantee we'll beat him there
Pac was the hardest yak was the killa outlaws is the Soul helpers
Knowing that the ghetto street feel us for seike and big mike
We gone shoot them a kite tell them niggas they got to die like
They did cuz that's only right cuz we mashing