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Fiend

"'Bout That Mess"

[Crooked Eye]
Say n*gga, you talkin to me?
n*gga I know you ain't talkin to me n*gga
Yeah I, I ain't bout that talkin n*gga
I handle my business

When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess
Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess
To you n*ggas that yap, we bout that mess
And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess
I'm bout that mess n*gga, I'm bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess n*gga, I'm bout that mess n*gga
So bring it on, bring it on, bring it on n*gga

Bring it on if ya wanna, I stay ready to ride
I'm goin out like a soldier, I ain't scared to die
Secure the clips in the chopper, c*ck the firing pin
Grit your teeth, hold your nuts and let the war begin
Squeeze the trigger, buck em all, somebody gots to fall
I'm goin it, comin out wit it or ain't comin out at all
You better kill me, do me in, boy put me to rest
Cause if you don't that homie you stole, we about that mess

[Billy Bavgate]
Yeah I'm bout more mess then the crime up in Oakland
You f*ck with me, I leave your chest open
Yeah I'm bout more mess then Joe Pesc'
I'm a Ghost Town n*gga puttin one up in your flesh
I put suckas to rest, I'm from the west, I'm a soldier till my last breath
The black mafia n*ggas, splittin wigs like a drug dealer
Dumpin shots like Little Rock, I'm your thug n*gga

[Crooked Eye]
When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess
Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess
To you n*ggas that yap, we bout that mess
And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess
I'm bout that mess n*gga, I'm bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess n*gga, I'm bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n*gga

[Fiend]
I'm bout as messy as Marvin Starvin, 'fore ghetto problem
Now you can huff and puff, survivors don't fall
I gives a f*ck how you call, how big, how tall
I bet bucks through it all and them n*ggas get hauled
Hittin jaws, p*ssin laws, that thing I gots to the cause
And the ass whippin's I'm givin have you sayin no visitors
The dizzier you get, on your mouth playin catch
On my fist you stretch, should have been bout that bout mess

[Mac]
You bout that mess n*gga, then represent to the fullest
Put my name on that bullet and pull it
Who wanna ride with me, die with me, Mr. Camoflauge
Me and my n*ggas we trigger n*ggas, we do or die
??? can't come between us, no bootie shakers could break us
Infiltrate us, we chases so many papers today
Take us to pergutory, we glory but don't ignore me
I kill em all if they bore me, I'm a soldier, this is my soldier story

[Crooked Eye]
When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess
Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess
For you n*ggas that yap, we bout that mess
And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess
Bout that mess n*gga, I'm bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess n*gga, I'm bout that mess n*gga
I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n*gga

[Big Ed]
If you's about throwing things say I'm bout that mess
I'm bout that mess, I'm bout that mess
If you got at least four straps and you wear a vest then
You's about that mess, you's about that mess
It's the Assassin, n*ggas know me, Richmond baller
Raised in the Bay to be a motherf*ckin night crawler
Shot caller, hoes holla, see me in the Impala
Top dollar, spinich, ass ballin like there's no tomorrow
Hollar out the window, uh oh, ohhhh
Cause when you see me, uh oh, ohhhh
Let the shots go, n*ggas hit the floor
Cause I'm bout that mess, you n*ggas already know

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