Chorus: Nefarious (4Xs)



Catch ya wit yo pants 

Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin'

Don't matter what you saw, death is what you reepin'



[Lynch]

I remain real like my cousin E-Mil

Packin steel

It's the Southside whorida

Can't fuck wit these othasidas

Eastside, Westside

This situation is dirty like chopped up nation

So I stay wit the best side

Nigga let's ride (Fuck that!!)

I stay solo like a black cat

Fuck a bad wrap

I seen it happen to my cousin

I'm like the Dirty Dozen

Wrapped up in buns

“He said he was buzzin”

But you know he wasn't

Cause if life was free I would say fuck money

You can douse me in monkey blood 

Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me

You was a fuck homie only wanted the plug nigga

Cut yo shit off like smud nigga

I gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggas

And wit a passion and keep smashin'

Get away before the task bend the corner

On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue

Wit the German issue

Now yo family gone have to miss you

I'm sicker than racism

It's everybody killa 

Hit you wit the fully issue 

Like PG&E lit you

See me in 3D git you

Hit em up git rid of 

Did em up like dirty draws

He was a jealous mothafucka

As the story was told 29 years old

350 Gs in the bank but nobody knows

I guess it's just that season I thank

When niggas be hos

Fuckin em in the cheap mo mos

Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes

Razorbladed Grove



Chorus [4Xs]:



[Cocain]

I'mma catch you wit yo pants down

Since you was talkin that shit 

You was hard on the Boulevard

Now I'mma buck this clip

On your self I make you shit

When antagonized if you don't realize

You must be the type that like surprise 

I'll rise out the hood on chrome skates

Pull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first day

Throwin it at me wit no debate (none)

But I ain't the one to be trustin em

Ain't finna get me for rape

Punk bitch tried to hand me a case

Until I dropped her on her face

Bitch!! Take that shit and skate

I ride wit these realas

These niggas ain't neva fake

Dope dealas and killas

Whateva product could lace

One time I always shake

See I'm hella fast on that ass get away clean

Most of the time count on the cash

Hata niggas I bake em

Playa nigga I make em 

Major figgas my mind is up on 

Gold diggas I'll shake em

I'm that real nigga that real figga

That real nigga from the fake

Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga 

And they always tend to shake

Crossed me at one time

And I told you I'll be buckin at your wake

Cause when I tell yo ass one time it's all it takes

How many rhymes i'mma have tell a cat 

Bitch I ain't fake

Betta listen to the Money Hungry album shit it's money to make

And when it's money to be makin'

That mean it's money to be takin'

So watch yo back cause I'mma be in all black theivin like Gary Payton



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