Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lunatic, artist - MC Eiht. Album song N' My Neighborhood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Lunatic |
| Geah |
| Jig a geah |
| Nigga, geah |
| Check, geah |
| Nigga, geah |
| Uh, c’mon… |
| I’m sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks |
| Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin two sticks |
| Anyboby killa, several conflicts |
| Dead on arrival, the message is survival |
| Only the strong get it on |
| I do my creepin' nightly, nigga, with the chrome |
| Last place niggas get caught up first |
| I ain’t satisfied, so I follow the hearse |
| Check the verse |
| Situation end up worse |
| As I release the heat on my? |
| label? |
| that’s cursed |
| Back up, bitch, my shit spits down |
| 4−5 fully auto, never down |
| Wanna dance with the evil in the pale moon light? |
| Didn’t know that I blast anything on sight? |
| Murder at night, side-busters best take flight |
| As they dead bodies covered in the sheets that’s white |
| I’m a lunatic |
| Geah |
| When I bust the strap everybody… |
| I’m a lunatic |
| Geah |
| Your days is done |
| When I bust the gun |
| Everybody better run |
| I’m dreamin' more nightmares when I sleep |
| My steez, a nigga like me N 2 deep |
| Creep with me as I invade your mind |
| Be a killa with me as I pass the nine |
| Don’t be a weak muthafucka, get your brain on strap |
| Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat |
| Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands |
| Lesson number one if you plan for grands |
| Follow my lead as we enter the place |
| Shoot anything that move and aim for the face |
| Race against the clock, a minute to ten |
| Good time, everybody’s tied down in the den |
| Listen, a killa for hire, expert |
| Don’t talk, only point out of work |
| Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt |
| Ain’t no jam, prepare yourself, cause this might hurt |
| I’m a lunatic |
| When I grab the gun |
| Everybody better run |
| Cause your days is done |
| I’m a lunatic |
| When I bust the strap |
| Peel a cap |
| Everybody adapt |
| I’m a lunatic |
| Better run |
| When I bust the gun |
| Your days is done |
| I’m a lunatic |
| When I enter your home |
| I bust the chrome |
| Geah |
| Y’all best back on up, I act up |
| The blood that you spill just like a cracked cup |
| Your attitude, kill it, mines they wanna steal it |
| Bitches, y’all can feel it, any caps, I peel it |
| Warning, killin' niggas, strike in morn' |
| And stay around the crime scene till the cops start swarmin |
| Smile in your face while I mess with the case |
| Through the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased |
| No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs |
| Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug |
| I work that thing on my back, so I blast back |
| But that’s the quick instict of how a killa react |
| The straight aim I possess is what they lack |
| Droppin’em one by one with a 80 Mac |
| Chips I stack, muthafuckas need to quit |
| I bang for life and y’all can’t handle the shit |
| I’m a lunatic |
| I enter your home |
| Release the chrome |
| Straight for your dome |
| I’m a lunatic |
| Your day is done |
| I pops the gun |
| You’re best to run |
| I’m a lunatic |
| Enter your home |
| Release the chrome |
| Straight for your dome |
| I’m a lunatic |
| You’re best to run |
| I bust the gun |
| You’re best to run |
| You’re best to run, run |
| Geah |
| Hoo-Bang one time, nigga |
| Geah, c’mon |
| Lunatic, get’em |
| Geah |
| Geah |
| For the Y2G |
| Hoo-Bangin' gangstas |
| Hoo-Bangin' affiliates |
| Hoo-Bangin' official, nigga |
| Geah |
| Luna… |
| Geah |
| Luna — tic, c’mon |
| What tha fuck! |