Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Mistahs, artist - Mr. Lil One. Album song Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Digital Multimedia Group
Song language: English
Tha Mistahs |
It be the Shadow standing right beside you |
About to strike you, run but I’ma find you |
Ain’t no place to hide motherfucker right behind you |
Highly elevated off the canibus |
Can you handle this attack from this fucking vandalist |
Assassination on the nation |
Universal warfare, global termination |
Destination, to the top without stopping |
It’s still San Diego, Southern Cali till I’m in a coffin |
Amici Park’n to the death, fool remember me |
It’s Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment family |
Gravity always floating, gangster strolling |
Pistol holding, dishonest bitches claiming that they know me |
I’m only twenty with plenty to spend, now get the picture |
I got a twenty three Glock with hollow shots that’ll get ya |
A forty caliber causing major disaster |
Never bring a snitch to my hood or I’ma blast them |
Bring them to the shadows of pain, severe trauma |
I’ma, trigger happy motherfucker cuz I wanna |
I love drama, so fuck whatever you feel |
I roll with twenty motherfuckers that are ready to kill |
You guppy |
A lot of motherfuckers pretent to be G’s |
But they’re bitches and they got worldwide enemies |
Real gangstas don’t brag, we stack chips |
Make hits and pull licks, smoke sticks and fight pits |
I declare war, put your white flags away |
Bitch made hoes get abused everyday |
380 back up coming at you |
Full moon shining, you know I’m gonna blast you |
I’m creeping, seeking for a problem to cause |
Always higher than the motherfucker breaking the law |
Homey fuck what you’re going through |
I bang with nothing but fools with penitentary backrounds and tattooes |
I use higher amounts of marijuana everyday |
Give me a bong and bottle, I love that bombay |
Crime pays on this motherfucking planet |
Scitsofrantic, quick to let you sons of bitches have it |
I bring static like an army, you couldn’t harm me |
You motherfuckers gotta kill me to disarm me |
Watch me invade these sons of hoodrats with a snub nose |
Dump on these assholes, violating them punk hoes |
Skunk cloats fumigating rookies like roaches |
Got Sombra posted up incase a rival approaches |
I hold this title till my last day comes |
And even after death I’ll take a breath through my son punk |