Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit Gets Ugly, artist - Ja Rule.
Date of issue: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shit Gets Ugly |
Perminently dedicated to the street shit |
Creep the gat that spit quick |
And fuck with |
Killers who keep clips to heat shit |
When there’s murder involved |
There’s a lot of niggas bluffin |
Holdin an arsenal of guns and never bustin |
Screamin at the top of they lungs but sayin nuthin |
But I styrofoam lies with quiet and blaze nuthin |
What the fuck y’all want |
Cowards we ain’t cut from the same cloth |
You a 5M6 nigga, I ride your bitch nigga |
You fuck with the wrong one this time |
And I promise you |
You be the next nigga they pay homage to |
And they gonna find you somewhere in a vacant lot |
With the garbage, I’m a murderer so I’m heartless |
I drop the top on the CL420 as I |
Swallow henny gettin, head from your hunnie |
And before I let you hit me, I hit you |
And split you, leavin you for the paramedics to get you |
When shit gets ugly |
It’s back to the block fuckin with them custies |
We gonna lock shit down |
I’m a nigga so you know you can’t trust me |
When shit gets ugly |
We got bitches that transport pounds |
We gonna lock shit down |
Murder them niggas, murder them now |
I spit venomous murderous shit with the inosence |
Of a child, in the penal, foul and official |
Futuristic, chick shit, black big dick |
From mistresses we roll triple sixes |
Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies |
They feel the energy like it’s tenely |
Murder’s the remedy when the hennessy is in me |
I’m unfriendly in the club where the women be |
Sippin Italy, feelin me, killin me, for the benji’s |
Not the broads in my bed |
I can’t front, I love them whores that give me head |
I like my presidents dead, and I can’t stand the feds |
I got mansions with saunas, while niggas on the corner |
And laughin at the police when they can’t find my burner |
I like cars with a stash box, cash, and drop-top |
I smash the block, nigga blast the cops |
When shit gets ugly |
It’s back to the block fuckin with them custies |
We gonna lock shit down |
I’m a nigga so you know you can’t trust me |
When shit gets ugly |
We got bitches that transport pounds |
We gonna lock shit down |
Murder them niggas, murder them now |
When shit gets ugly, in the purse where the snub be |
Murdererous bitch, give a fuck if you hate or love me |
Feel you above me, bitch but down inside |
What chick you know hit strips and broke down fives |
Cut family ties, so deep into my slug’s eyes |
Analyze my crimes as I rise, and I |
Solemly swear never to turn state |
You right bitch |
I’m a murder mommy for life |
Yeah, Yeah |
May the lord be with niggas who shout my name in vain |
I’m a Murderer motherfucker, you nigga loose change |
I get head in the whip, probably from your bitch |
Cuz she’s a ho like yourself, and it’s makin me sick |
From the pimps, to the bulls like Don Bishop |
I pimp on hoes religiously, shorty you hearin me |
Good sense to keep a nigga in dark tints |
But it won’t stop the hollows comin throught the fence |
Forget about it, gangsta shit gets tense |
An' You sounding like a homo nigga who ride dicks |
Every joint you make got a name in your mouth |
What you gobblin? |
nuts nigga?, with my posters out |
Nigga read about it |
The Murderous I-N-C, courtesy of the nigga I. Gotti |
Nigga hear about it |
From your hood to my hood, from my block to your block |
Fuck around and get shot nigga |
When shit gets ugly |
It’s back to the block fuckin with them custies |
We gonna lock shit down |
I’m a nigga so you know you can’t trust me |
When shit gets ugly |
We got bitches that transport pounds |
We gonna lock shit down |
Murder them niggas, murder them now |