Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maniac Ridaz, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song SiccMixx, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.06.2004
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Maniac Ridaz |
| I’m gangsta steppin |
| Representin my block |
| Jokes be the name |
| 702 comin through yo hood |
| Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain |
| All up in yo gang |
| I’m givin a fuck |
| I be the one thats gunnin for fun |
| Sin City gang with a ?? |
| You can hang with the Sin City gang |
| Fuck no |
| I’m ridin dirty |
| With the heat in my hand |
| Stay bumpin when I’m swervin |
| All days to the curbin |
| Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin |
| I’m creepin and callin your homies |
| Up on it and you callin for help |
| But nobodys there |
| Now I’mt he suspect of a bloodbath |
| And I left him dead cuz nobody cares |
| Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go |
| Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back |
| And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast |
| Fuck that I’m ridin |
| Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes |
| And the briefcase right by my side |
| 9-milla Glock and a chrome .45 and I know |
| That all of my murderers |
| Heard of this gangsta crackin necks |
| Runnin all night with a jet black 9 |
| In a g-ride killin up your whole set |
| Givin a damn with a strap in my hand |
| Unloadin on every punto that I can |
| Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas |
| And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch |
| So know whatchu gon' do |
| When we hit them sticks |
| And hit your block |
| Like some maniac ridaz |
| So sick and do shit to you Ripley’s wouldn’t believe |
| We got some other sick tricks |
| Hidden up our sleeves |
| So just pass the liquor |
| Pass the weed |
| Pass us the PCP |
| And you gon' see |
| How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps |
| And make you bitch ass niggas take foreverlong naps |
| I twist 'em up like a tornado |
| Turned tasmanian |
| Crack a cranium |
| Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian |
| Cuttin loose |
| I’m startin funk like Fox |
| Doom juice with doom roots |
| I’m rippin fruit loops apart |
| I’m infested with the doom |
| Infected with the plague |
| Got a bitch to lick my wounds |
| My enemies is dead |
| Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggas |
| That’ll kill a bitchmade nigga |
| Twist 'em like a french braid nigga |
| Jump on the place |
| I’m meetin Osama Bin Laden |
| You betta jump on your cellular phone |
| And call your mama |
| Cuz ain’t nobody gon' make it home |
| It’s all drama |
| As I parachute out that motherfucker |
| I yell geroni-MO |
| But you don’t hear me though |
| At 30,000 feet up in the air it’s impossible |
| See I’m that nigga |
| That’ll land in a bitches yard |
| Dick hard enough to cut through |
| A pack of glass and in barge |
| And get my fuck on |
| Up in her crib |
| I don’t need her permission |
| Cuz I ain’t gonna let her live |
| I stay sick with it |
| And come equipped with it |
| After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it |
| I’m fresh out the county jail |
| Just graduated from an anger management program |
| I like to punish niggas |
| Slow your roll like a traffic jam |
| It’s that nigga with a frown turned upside down |
| I keep it rough nigga style |
| I walk the walk |
| I talk the talk |
| It ain’t that punk David Banner |
| It’s the motherfuckin hawk |
| Chokin bitch niggas out |
| But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off |
| Your body hard off |
| Your motherfuckin face be tore off |
| Gotta keep it gangsta |
| Because we dog bitch niggas |
| Got itchy fingers |
| Along with triggas that’ll scratch em |
| And load 'em up unload 'em |
| And let bitch niggas have it |
| Ghetto savage |
| My claws 3 loaded automatics |
| That’ll rip your ass like Wolverine |
| When I’m on that OE and Listerine |
| A grousome scene |
| Send him home and get shot in the neck |
| Have your bitch ass smokin a stick |
| Just to deal with his death |
| Now 1 plus 1 equal 2 |
| Thats what I assume |
| And many bitch niggas hang with other bitch niggas |
| I got him now I’m comin after you |
| I put it in and do him |
| So hop your bitch ass in this effect |
| Make no mistake |
| Yeah nigga you dead |
| I take his soul across the foggy lake |
| No escape |
| Bing the chalk |
| And the yellow tape |
| It’s just another flat-footed cop |
| Closin a bloody murder case |
| I ain’t playin no games |
| And I ain’t speakin in riddles |
| But you niggas is sweet and colorful |
| Like a bag of skittles |
| All about my skrilla and bits |
| Always pack pistols |
| It’s kinda mystical |
| And thug niggas appear like ninjas |
| Off my gangsta whistle |
| Apocolyptic season if the sickness |
| You must forget |
| I reveal the strongest weakness |
| When I hit yo block and leave you wicked |
| Some niggas call me a demon |
| Cuz I see the future livin grousome |
| Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle |
| Sin City Dark angel |