Menace

Artist: C-bo
Album: Tales from the crypt
Song: Stompin in my steel toes

Verse 1
[Marvaless]
You said it’s on
So where the fucking funk nigga
You can’t feel me
Then call it what you want nigga
Killa cali style
We more deep
Strapped with mike shooting heat
For the niggas that coming heat
And we bitches please don’t sleep with more
Thugs than the average hoe
Toe to toe hunk n dogs
Who had the heart to step
No they cannot fuck with pros
So please step with your strap
With corrections is what I spit
Niggas be fronting
But they decided when I spit this shit
Straight for the streets from the S to the a to the c
You best don’t want to see me
And you bitches want to be me
But they too close
Cuz I too straight up in this game
But now you playa haters
Talk back when you hear my name
You say you know me back in the day
But I ain’t seen your face
You say I’m your homie cuz you see me
Around the way
But now you say we friends
But that ain’t new to me
I’m only down for my homies that stay true to me
So I’m still stomping
Yea once again 9 5
Awol niggas is coming way too tight
So feel me on this shit

Chorus
[C-bo]
Marvaless is stomping in her steel toes
Headed for the murder show
[Marvaless]
You said it’s on
So where the fucking funk nigga
You can’t feel me
Then call it what you want nigga
[C-bo]
Marvaless is stomping in her steel toes
Headed for the murder show

Verse 2
[Maravaless]
You know that shit comes way too tight
Stomping in my steel toes
Got some niggas down to kill
Down to peel
The only question is this
Get the mic and step to dis
Hardcore busting through your front door
The female assassins are back
I’m on the attack too
Watch your back or get stomped on
Got niggas with fully straps
You will get dumped on
Fo show up on what’s your claim to fame
The ghetto roofs got niggas tripping on
You know my name
Say I came through with the another hit
Through your shit
Slap your bitch take your grip
And I split yea
Cuz you spit real
That you got to see the true side
And in my town niggas is still down to hoo ride
I’m in up in a fools of grip
That is why I spit this hardcore game
I got much love
But you homies saw that nothing changed
Just give your guard n tack
Cuz ain’t to many that can back n tuck
Many have tried but end up buck
It’s just that shit you bob your head to
When you striking
That shit make your truck pound
Straight fully underground so
How much can you take
Is much more than you can handle
Quick to trip on I’m hitting fools up for they grip
Shouldn’t of let me slip through
Now it’s on for the 9 5
Got to rap for the fact that I’m getting major scratch
That hydro burbon smoke that sacks from the streets of sac
I coming way too bitchey
The info way to straight
And still come with this and still can this
Underestimate me and get caught up in some deep shit
They killa cali rest in peace
Put your as to sleep shit
And I’m still stomping in my steel toes

Verse 3
With my ak at my side
The funk is on
Bring it to me high
Off this chronic bud
And those for who tried to do me
Still coming hardcore
Ain’t gone change
Feel me
With that ghetto funk
That is guaranteed to fill your ears
With some bomb shit
Don’t trick with this is marvaless
For the G e duble t
Here to let you know that it’s on
So here we go
Back the fuck off me
Ten feet
Because I’m still stomping in my steel toes
Like that nigga bo
I can’t come closer
Tap on that ass
Sew up fast
Change it up
Quick to rip shit when I bust
Must I explain how we do it
When we kick back
Mobbing in the cut with some blunts
And some phat sacs
Down to kick it
Hit the strip and going down
Let it be know that awol niggas is back in town
With shit that’ll make your speakers pound
For this busters
I’m coming way too federal
For you niggas and you hoes
And I’m still stomping
This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna test me
Ya’ll fools better recognize

Chorus