Message to the Streets

Look man, fuck all that
This how I’m addressing that shit nigga
All facts, no lies
Believe that
Mike Made The 808's
Yeah
It’s a message to the streets
Finna run up in they thing, look
I heard some niggas want my head huh? I’m finna see what up
Pull up game raw, I get out urgent and you out of luck
'Cause I ain’t too official plus the cutter came with monkey nuts
So when I let off shots repeatedly, how you gon' run or duck?
Ain’t never had no fear in me, I’m quick to let it bust
Hop out and spray this bitch immediately, ain’t got no time to fuck
I guarantee that stick don’t miss a beat, you know I grease it up
This cutter go brrat and clear the street, might have your mama touched
They pop shootin' from a distance, scared to get it off
They know we strapped up with them dicks and them monkey nuts
The whole gang with the shits, you know what’s up with us
Don’t make me send Nick to lay in your ditch, that bitch don’t give a fuck
Yeah I been retarded, other niggas must not know 'bout us
These two piece or them forties, it ain’t nothin' to turn your shit to dust
They hit my cousin in the leg but that ain’t good enough
'Cause bitch I’m strictly aimin' for your head, I want your chin and up
You know I’m thuggin', keep the glizzy on my right side
Them bitches here gon' burn, gon' need more than some peroxide
I’m the type to creep up on 'em, catch 'em slippin' comin' outside
Give 'em two to the scalp like graow graow and leave his mouth wide, on gang
Yeah, y’all know how this shit go man
This shit ain’t gon' never stop, you heard me
Until all them bitches drop, believe that
But check this out, look
I guess they hatin' on the youngin 'cause I’m comin' up
My whole life I had heart and still hold they nuts
They used to laugh at a nigga when I rode the bus
But now they mad, in they feelings 'cause they broke as fuck
Instead of hatin' should’ve been gettin' it, what you livin' for?
You just a snake goin' around stealing, taking peoples' stuff
Know I got cake so you want even, lil boy think he tough
But it’s okay, I keep it with me, you ain’t takin' nothin'
What you gon' do? I’m in that south, you know we posted up
You only run your mouth, hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to us
Have CJ rob you out, he out his top, ready to put you up
Lil come into your house, unlock the trunk, lettin' that cutter bust
I been the sickest nigga period, they should give it up
Been had a foreign with no ceilings with the butter guts
How you want smoke but pockets low? nigga get your money up
One call and they on go, a couple racks’ll get your daddy fucked
Yeah, so I advise them niggas to chill out
I told you bitches once it’s up with me just like a treehouse
My brother eatin' shit so when it’s beef he bring that grill out
And pull up on your street, let cutter speak, and then he peel out, skrrt
Baow baow baow