Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Think Somebody (feat. Fiend), artist - Mia x.
Date of issue: 26.10.1998
Song language: English
I Think Somebody (feat. Fiend) |
I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped |
(I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split) |
I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped |
(I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split) |
Well let em have it x2 |
You wanted drama so mama came squeezin shit, passin out clips |
Bustin domes, rippin flesh, exposing bones and yes |
I bring that, sending G’s out barrel at ya, duck and run |
Now how far you think you really gettin with this infared on my fuckin gun |
Now workin for funds and I ain’t the one hour hoe (for real) |
But I love to show where it’s been tell your body so |
Look out for the riders open slider bitch from the TRU click |
And camoflauge totin cockin spittin droppin shit not |
Them bitches doubt I’m bout testin niggas nuts |
Alias in jacks we trust I’m known for shankin up |
Ranking up lyrically with the best MC’s |
Cause ain’t no studio up in me, real niggas feel these |
See Mia X is known for bringin wreck on top |
Too hard for the beats you niggas drop |
KL got the guns and open gunshots |
Got the trigger hap temper and the Fiend four sons |
A lyrical fiend at it’s best and you bitches don’t want none |
What |
The colonel gave me permission, Mama drama pass the word to her youngin |
Ask how I’m comin and will it get them haters runnin |
I ask do rats sleep in dungeons? |
Is Victor Newman cunning? |
Do quick bullets get to hummin, damn right I’ll bring the gun in |
Get done in like a knife at a gunfight cause I ain’t right |
Keepin dope, smokin pipes, like a height cause I’m high as a kite |
I’m cryin to fight, I’m a swing with my might, my fist balled tight |
Man get it right, somebody best die tonight |
Somethin have drama came and as drama came then, then came murder |
Fuck your home I want your dome, call me your soul burgular |
Have you heard of a shocker server, takin weed to his trunk |
Bullets pump, and his cockin bad and louder then his womp womp |
When I play it I say it, suck one nigga if yous the man |
You man, caucasian, puerto rican, I don’t give a damn |
All I’m sayin, well I ain’t sayin fuck, I just want the rushin shit |
Bustin shit, screamin at em do you know who your fuckin with |