Lyrics DOA - Convicts

DOA

DEA, CIA can’t get with this
Double-O nigga fuckin 'em with the quickness
Never been a ordinary who took shit
I stand tall, bustin niggas' asses quick
But I let a bitch bring me down, G
Beat the fuck out of the hoe because she was fuckin over me
The bossman, the big chief
I put that goddamn shit under non-belief
I couldn’t believe she would play me
I thought I had it good by the way she laid me
Now all the pain I feel gets to me
And now I’m frontin, sayin she wasn’t shit to me
Then she (?), what is this
She must wanna become a name on my hitlist
A voice in my head said 'Hurt her'
Fuck goin down for assault, make it a murder
Now this shit is gettin deeper than I thought
Feelings changed, I wanna kill for a sport
She’s alone in the bedroom, perfect scene
Two shots in the head, real clean
Only 20, haven’t enjoyed her life yet
So tender, so young, so soft and wet
But she fucked up, didn’t wanna live
Now she’s kickin conversation with dead relatives
And I’m gettin took down, frisked down, shake down
Laws wanna break me down
Goin for mine is vital
Cops found the bitch DOA, dead on arrival
(There's no survival) --] Big Daddy Kane
I’ma leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival) --] Big Daddy Kane
(There's no survival)
Big Mike’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
Back on the street after my two year sentence
They had to let me go because they couldn’t find a witness
Tryina convict me on a motherfuckin murder charge
Had my ass in jail when I shoulda been livin large
It ain’t no thing because I’m out here anyway
And I’ma make 'em pay for every fuckin day I spent away
Son of a bitch, fuckin sell-out bastards
They had the first laugh and I’ma have the last one
You see who laughs last always laughs best
I’ma carry a bullet for every motherfucker’s chest
Try to play me weak as if I was a hoe
But oh no Joe, you got to let that bullshit go
Cause I’m a menace causin much mayhem
Bitches get slammed and I don’t give a goddamn
Now who wanna step to the Convict
I’m breakin niggas' dicks and I don’t give a shit
Here to secure my survival
Leavin motherfuckers DOA, dead on arrival
(There's no survival)
I’ma leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
Big Mike’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
A cold you nigga from the block
Makin a living with the art of slingin rocks
And lovin every minute of the shit
Runnin game on bitches just to lay some dick
On my mission, shit is gettin crucial
Bitches lookin at me like «Nigga, I’ma shoot you»
I wish they ass would try to handle me
Cause I’ma roll 'em up and push 'em like a key on a piano, G
And fuck their minds up
Give 'em a second to run, too late, hoe, time’s up
Out to get mine, now it’s time to prove
I’m about to pull some real fucked up move
Taste the vengeance of a nigga from the street
Bringin the strong to the motherfuckin weak
Pull my tool when I’m tired of fightin
Strong as a Greek god, so call me the nigga Titan
Slashin your ass up into choice cuts
If, ands or buts, I don’t give a fuck
Keep your nuts in your pocket if you want 'em
Then them hoes hang against me and I’ma step on 'em
Smashed them bastards to smithereeens
Place your motherfuckin head under the goddamn guillotine
Strictly securin my survival
Leavin motherfuckers DOA, dead on arrival
(There's no survival)
Big Mike’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
3−2'll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
Lil' Jay’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
Bido’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
Doug King’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
Rap-A-Lot'll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)
(There's no survival)
Ex-Cons leavin ya (DOA, dead on arrival)