
Date of issue: 04.11.2005
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Excaliber |
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods |
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left |
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away |
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre |
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup |
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up |
(X-caliba *echo*) |
It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And see E-A-R-double-O-E… … … (??) |
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacked at Cuz that’s the only one I could use |
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes |
It was the pressure from the twenty game (the twenty game) |
Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it Well nigga you should when I’m round talkin that shit |
Bout the nigga that’s my kin-folks |
Should knew the wheel while you was givin up that info… |
…mation, I’ll be of that Parry Mason |
When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up Real deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the grip |
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act |
My tactics is lethal |
Leave the whole town hella smokey |
like that band that steppin over dead people |
It’s like that, and you wouldn’t know it cuz I’ma cool ass mufucca |
Then dump on a gang of succas |
as I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper |
Gotta whole load fulla Evian |
and a trunck fulla FO take no’s and I can’t let go Catch you at yo show slippin |
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat of |
I’m of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga |
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga |
Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8 |
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga |
Split you head like a pineapple |
Die natural! |
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox |
Lift you out your sox |
Pay attention to the Glock |
Half pass a niggas ass where aimen at the grass take suitcase fulla cash and |
mash |
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half |
Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him |
name is Tyrone |
But you know… |
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods |
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left |
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away |
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre |
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup |
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up |
(X-caliba *echo*) |
You can call me black Sadam Huseain |
Pump St Idees through my wein ass nigga |
You can see me on the southside of the street |
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city |
Get ready for some pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty |
Sucked blood from my momas tittie — instead of milk |
Played murda muzicc in my tape deck — instead of Silkk |
Enden up killen one of them motherfuckers |
So fuck them hoes, they like Grim |
havin killin niggas like they gots to go With the 380M — got high til seven |
Jump in what you call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my 50 sacc of some shit, that’ll make you get there |
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty, |
I’m worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game |
In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane |
15 guts on a tripple beam scale nigga |
acual contact from the strap that I hale nigga |
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods |
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left |
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away |
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre |
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup |
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up |
(X-caliba *echo*) |
They got this motherfucker twisted up And from the sound of the barrle I got hella motherfuckers runnin up What should I do about these fuckin fleas? |
Give em all A-1 and put they seeds in they weed |
Figga a way out this nigga I know you got me in file |
But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way) |
Told me it was (?Coda steady?) |
But I catch you slippin like pimpin |
and shake bankin like (?Trail Leonard?) |
Hit your mind workin these swine |
tripp time get’s deepa as you meat the Grim reapa |
in the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I’m peakin |
That’s why these nigga wanna rip keep me |
I’m rollin squeeky and what you want call it witta .45 in my pocket and I’m a young alcoholic |
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen |
Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of that |
My favorite cousin just go four years |
And when his little brotha died he showed me no tears |
your point is you get deep as the ocean |
Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion |
It was like: once apon a time a long time ago |
I was sticken 9 milis in a pussy hole |
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot |
when they don’t know I’m the leath nigga given up my info |
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods |
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left |
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away |
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre |
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup |
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up |
(X-caliba *echo*) |
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