Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song .45 Automatic, artist - The D.O.C.Date of issue: 27.01.2008
Song language: English
.45 Automatic |
| See I be flipping like Tina |
| Turning with a burner |
| Running through your hood yelling lyrical murder |
| It’s dark outside and these niggas try to hide |
| I glide through your crew like glide to glide |
| I ain’t letting shit ride |
| Watcha wanna do? |
| When I come for you and your bitch ass crew |
| Strap nine lose your mind on the verge of destruction |
| Blood starts to boil you like a lyrical combustion |
| Eruption it ain’t no pressure no pain |
| Niggas falling off the strain the maintain |
| I got the cream team and gunning for the riches (riches) |
| So many wack bitches posing for pictures (pictures) |
| Everyday same papers |
| I regulate my papers, cause so many spectators trying to imitate us |
| They be walking by walking |
| Mocking my persona |
| They wanna be like passion but they don’t want the drama |
| They be killing me trying to preach to me |
| Teach to me, I got the p.h.d in funkology |
| You got your blasters and your masters of the field of dramatic attic |
| The lyrical one bringing the static from the attic |
| So cock your automatic I’ve had it up to here |
| You niggas are in danger you better stand clear up no love and notice |
| mainstream America they just stay ready for this |
| Nigga didn’t wanna pass the weed |
| Left me stuck |
| Everybody be telling me Daz fucked up |
| But I never gave a fuck though |
| It’s all about the cash or you walk the river like trash |
| And I’m about to get a brand new |
| One puff puff it really don’t matter cause now I got the batter |
| Now sticking it in my sock |
| Jet straight hit the dope spot bet |
| No just us just me in Atlanta where you wanna come and test me |
| Real the real new whatcha wanna do |
| Cause all I got to say is all arcade |
| Put it another way of criminal |
| You could be the original mark of bliminal wiminal |
| Get wet |
| Can’t forget my niggas in the lake Westside project |
| On the line |
| Once upon a time in C. A |
| I met five niggas all they did was bomb shit |
| I mixed |
| The completely leet technique |
| Together with the knowledge of a Compton street |
| But weak Nigga fucked up mo town |
| One by one everybody broke down |
| I’m out it’s about money cash but me |
| I’m about to do a Jordan on that ass |
| Yeah one time for your mind do a motherfucker like that Mally G |
| I got my eye on the motherfucker coming out the back |
| Cause that trick bitch wanna see me on the track |
| And it’s so good that they want it like that |
| Cause I’m a Nigga bro |
| And kick the trigger flow |
| Screaming 6−1 to the grave |
| Big drug sellers |
| Bitches and money you can’t a motherfucking tell |
| Em a thang about this gang Philadelphia niggas got to let the gats bang |
| We come equipped with Glocks and flips in the pocket |
| And straight lock shit |
| And that’s the way it’s gonna be |
| From 95 until infinity Mally G |
| I beat that loony ass nigga landpin' |
| And now I give a fuck who the fuck |
| Is ??? |
| I scream my shit I love my shit |
| Fuck flipping positive I get my living negative |
| Motherfucker it don’t stop ha and my Nigga erotic got it |
| ???on deck what motherfucker |
| He got the track weed and the set |
| I drop it on the one for my dogs who was with me y’all |
| Keep it tight for a Nigga don’t forget me y’all |
| See I got my niggas and we got guns |
| And beats like that we always stay strapped |
| I represent the Philly four pound |
| Pack be quick to smack a tramp bitch jaw jack a felon like hard jack is |
| flipping my thing down |
| With my Nigga erotic |
| What you want next |
| And the D and to the O-C |
| With the lunatic lyricist its mally g |
| The unfuck with the full individual |
| Leaving mc’s in the condition that will be critical |
| Ha and niggas know |
| That I don’t give a fuck about a trick ass ho |
| Never trick in my dough |
| And that’s the way it’s gonna be |
| From 95 till infinity its mally g |