Scrilla Vic
Scrilla Vic - Don't Mess With Mines songtekst
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Don't try the V, dude. I'll knock you back to yesterday Stackin' up the chips, I got the resume & better pay Let it spray! The itchy, trigger finger killer All about my 24's, candy paint & spinners. Spinners. Check it. I ain't the hood's best or dopeboy fresh But at the same time, don't mess with mines! Num Na Num Na Num Num Num Num Number one winner in this bitch, so game over With a foot up in your ass, cuz you fools ain't J Hovah And six feet deep. I'm laughin' at your epitaph. Spittin' on your site. Bullshittin' with your wife. Cold cockin' on your peeps when I take it to the streets Tearin' out they hearts. What I conquers, what I keep My knuckles and my forty leave scars upon your forehead More dead drug out from my basement than the county morgue The county swore that they'd find me sniffin' white lines Bullets with they name's on 'em, only thing they'll find I'm primetime for lifetime, tearin' up the scene With a mean mug, middle finger up and bunch of crispy creme Crispy Crème. Check it. I ain't the hood's best or dopeboy fresh But at the same time, don't mess with mines! Let's jam like Smuckers, with a dead-eye for the suckas I straight up getcha open then I prove I'm not a bluffer Tougher than platinum, I'm battin' Um a thousand Ya mouthin' off? Think you got the bomb? Already set it off! Already set it off. Check it. I ain't the hood's best or dopeboy fresh But at the same time, don't mess with mines! Limbs blown, fire and brimstone, you step It's like ya J's sewn together, punks be trippin' forever I approach systematically, dramatically, I take you out Grammatically, it's sad to see you served up so emphatically Eratically you try to tactically maneuver But you're just a showcase and V be like the Lourve Smoother - Cuz I'm the shit I'll leave ya ass irregular Exceterum, etcetera, my rhetorics ahead of ya' Time. Punks know I'm punchin' chronologicals Cuz I'm... handin' out lessons on impressin' Real substance and style, I step to the mic and turn it out You want yours? Well, here's mine... in ya' mouth! In 'ya mouth. Check it. I ain't the hood's best or dopeboy fresh But at the same time, don't mess with mines! I deal MC's death, but I get away with murder Cat's with 9 lives who snarl up get gnarled up Get that pretty face rearranged like nip/tuck We can also take it to the hood and get buck Get buck. Check it. I ain't the hood's best or dopeboy fresh But at the same time don't mess with mines! You ain't original like cloned irobots Women get hyphy cuz my crib's an I-go spot Back of the club – you see parking lot pimpin' Well I pimp the pimps and lease out the women Draped in linen, luxuriously laced Excellent, extravagant, extraordinary taste Face the facts man, you can't deal with the facts I ride out in my whip and let the top relax I'm big time ballin', cuz I shatter the glass Still whoopin' things up while I'm whoopin' your ass Matter of fact I get the last laugh and dash Cuz your girl chose me and threw your ring in the trash. Too bad! Too bad. Check it. I ain't the hood's best or dopeboy fresh But at the same time, don't mess with mines!