Bad Guys
(100 Shot Dot)
Make Room For The Man Of The Hour
The Man With them Grams Of that flour
If your talkin snow n***a, it could be a mountain & i'll plow it
These lil n***as ridin... I Doubt It!
N***a Im About it, Glocks get to poppin out talons
N***as get to coppin out, bowin.... bitchin
Do em anyway, no retreat, no surrender
Lex Street Shit: Ten Dead, Six Injured
Its Bout time they Let A Trapper out
Somebody Doin All the shit these n***as rap about
....i could tell you 'bout stretchin crack
Ill take a point until my kitchen whip seven back
Yeah, could tell you 'bout stretchin dope too
I'll mix it up with opium & stamp it old school
Yeah, two handguns both ruges
No recordin booth, ill show you n***as pro tools
Call me the engineer with a coke cube
The pyrex vision-ware's what the pro's use
..n***a im a monsta, I dont play games
I just spit a choppa until it make flames
I just know my dopeblock doin one thang
Thats why I stuff my pockets with rubberband banks
Fuck these n***as talkin bout, I spit it how I live it
Wanna pop-fly, know it's thirty-three in my extended
For you talk tough, know that I be sittin where you livin
& I'm Killin Everythang, Fuck the Women & the Children
Oh Allah forgive me for these sins im commiting
Them clips I be poppin', them grams I be flippin'
My whole fam need me & I ain't got a million
I can't tell em no, so I ain't got a problem killin'
Boy dont you ever turn backwards on a killa
Ill put a bullet in the silverback of that gorilla
...Im the one you wanna try if your tryna die
They call me "100 Shot", I work in homicide
Ill make your momma cry, ill let that llama rise
Or ride past your front door & bang it with a molotov
& this ain't just rap, naw this is everyday
So fuck a mixtape, im heavy with the yay
& I ain't gone stop, im on you n***as heads
Im on you n***as tops, I want you n***as Dead!
(AR-AB)
Uhh, Im On the Block Doin great Numbers
Muthafuckas get Shot tryna take from us
You ain't never seen pain till you faced hunger
Sixteen for a "O" thats great numbers
Make Room For The Man Of The Hour
The Man With them Grams Of that flour
If your talkin snow n***a, it could be a mountain & i'll plow it
These lil n***as ridin... I Doubt It!
N***a Im About it, Glocks get to poppin out talons
N***as get to coppin out, bowin.... bitchin
Do em anyway, no retreat, no surrender
Lex Street Shit: Ten Dead, Six Injured
Its Bout time they Let A Trapper out
Somebody Doin All the shit these n***as rap about
....i could tell you 'bout stretchin crack
Ill take a point until my kitchen whip seven back
Yeah, could tell you 'bout stretchin dope too
I'll mix it up with opium & stamp it old school
Yeah, two handguns both ruges
No recordin booth, ill show you n***as pro tools
Call me the engineer with a coke cube
The pyrex vision-ware's what the pro's use
..n***a im a monsta, I dont play games
I just spit a choppa until it make flames
I just know my dopeblock doin one thang
Thats why I stuff my pockets with rubberband banks
Fuck these n***as talkin bout, I spit it how I live it
Wanna pop-fly, know it's thirty-three in my extended
For you talk tough, know that I be sittin where you livin
& I'm Killin Everythang, Fuck the Women & the Children
Oh Allah forgive me for these sins im commiting
Them clips I be poppin', them grams I be flippin'
My whole fam need me & I ain't got a million
I can't tell em no, so I ain't got a problem killin'
Boy dont you ever turn backwards on a killa
Ill put a bullet in the silverback of that gorilla
...Im the one you wanna try if your tryna die
They call me "100 Shot", I work in homicide
Ill make your momma cry, ill let that llama rise
Or ride past your front door & bang it with a molotov
& this ain't just rap, naw this is everyday
So fuck a mixtape, im heavy with the yay
& I ain't gone stop, im on you n***as heads
Im on you n***as tops, I want you n***as Dead!
(AR-AB)
Uhh, Im On the Block Doin great Numbers
Muthafuckas get Shot tryna take from us
You ain't never seen pain till you faced hunger
Sixteen for a "O" thats great numbers