Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shit Gets Ugly , by - Ja Rule. Release date: 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 |