Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Just Might , by - C-Mob. Release date: 09.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Just Might |
| And you tell’em what I’ll do… |
| I might just snap… |
| Body everybody… |
| Or I might just let the bullshit ride… |
| So niggas need to quit fuckin' with niggas, cause they don’t know what the fuck |
| be on niggas minds you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m on… |
| I can bring you to the pits of hell nigga… |
| Or I might just be your guardian angel… |
| (Let's get 'em!) |
| I just might spas out on a nigga within the mental sicker than the brain and |
| bring rap to pain in the sinister |
| I deminest you sucka niggas within the? |
| shitters? |
| with more blood and gore than |
| a Steven King cinema |
| In the city of Atlanta Im the senator |
| Hey somebody over there see the perimeter |
| Even when hated by many niggas get the sour taste in their mouth like vinegar |
| Kamikaze you choppin a Maserati, and hit em with the nine and leave their |
| bodies cold like thermometers |
| I don’t really think you wanted with the punisher and my gun go off and blow |
| like a harmonica |
| I’m fuckin' with niggas, who fuckin' with killers, who flickin' the triggers, |
| and bustin' on niggas in broad day light |
| Im a serengeti and yall niggas are sanitarian don’t know about beef what it |
| taste like |
| I’m shootin and ain’t percise with the chopper I am surgical I put holes inside |
| your convertible |
| I leave a nigga bloody body on curb, turn vertical |
| The prisoners of war never merciful |
| Better wills, say you’d better get you kids and kiss your baby momma goodbye |
| You could be sick so even one of the five |
| If you fuckin' with me and my nigga, then someone of you’ll die |
| Because you think you a player, you set up a traitor, and set up a cam, |
| before the midnight |
| I had to erase em, I had em with haters and war games we carry em and tell 'em |
| bring a switch knife |
| Y’all niggas ain’t built like us |
| Nigga it’s that real life stuff |
| If a nigga start shit that he know he can’t finish then he run and he still |
| likes us |
| (I just might) walk up to a nigga all night in the club and then just swing |
| (I just might) have a drink with a nigga ride cause you know we can built the |
| (I just might) let a few shots off to let a nigga know that I ain’t no punk |
| (I just might) say fuck that shit smoke a blunt ball off keep K in the trunk |
| (Ain't no tellin' what I’m on) |
| Tell’em that I just might, keep it to the urge to pull the trigger of the |
| pistol, clutch tight, bust right |
| You give out orders, while your momma cryin' tellin her that you must fight |
| Fuck light, let the darkness take me |
| I have been smellin a carcass lately |
| Drivin' me to be heartless crazy |
| Feelin' like I’m finna rip apart Miss Daisy |
| Then again I’m sellin pimpin the weapon |
| I step it like Tekken jacked with the fisticuffs |
| You don’t wanna start drama in the midst of us |
| Because I just might bust if I’m pissed enough |
| You don’t know what’s goin' on inside of my mind, and you don’t wanna take a |
| roll at the dice |
| Just might be colder than ice |
| Very unforgiving, you’re willing to sold your soul to the christ |
| Holdin' a knife and other counter weaponry the rain are |
| Checkin me Im finna open you like sesame |
| Guns with accessories, I got a mess of these, and if your stressin' me, |
| I just might murder to the death of me |
| Ain’t no referee |
| The devils pressin' me to kill |
| Evil beckons me and also I’m so sickeningly ill |
| God if your obsessing me, if you blessin me I will |
| Been on extasy techa nina peel |
| So when ya come at me, you’d better be direct, cause you don’t know what I’m |
| capable of |
| You’d better hope I’m calm like I’m takin' a drug |
| Or I might jump out put a step in the mud |
| I’m a man on a mission, if you blockin' my path, I guarentee that I’ma bust |
| right through |
| So ya better back-pack |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m on, ain’t no tellin' what I just might do |
| Give me one reason to blast |
| Now I’ma let a nigga have it with this ho and leave em in the trash |
| Let the fly that hella alot niggas smellin everytime they whips right past |
| Bootleg Ima fishing with the flow |
| How do the northern Canadians sled with no snow |
| C-Mob told me to ride so lets go |
| Gettin' money like Diego would |
| How many niggas you know, can take an ounce and sew up a whole town |
| I’ll be comin' with the thousand pounds |
| All of the governess with some coffee grounds |
| Bussin with something that shootin at least a hundred rounds |
| Y’all niggas playin', but I’m not fuckin' around |
| Police comin' to get the shells off the ground the women be leavin the house |
| right now |
| Fuck these niggas, I’m ready to bomb, on everybody in the compound |
| With the full pound, 13 rounds, Bootleg I’ll be fuckin around |
| I’m a nigga with nothin' to lose |
| Matter of fact I might blow you out of the shoes |
| Police searchin' and lookin for clues, momma on the news, surrounded by camera |
| crews |
| Hit the bitch if she be layin' on the couch with ya |
| Kill the kids, them hoes in the house with ya |
| Y’all niggas ain’t heard about a murdered bitch |
| Laugh on the spot and take the crown bitches |
| I know you bitch niggas here, heard about real G’s |
| Take a tooth to Arizona tell us what ya need |
| When you get the backpack filled with the C.O.D |
| If you ever come short, well you’ll D.I.E |