Call my Nga

Blu "i got the po's looking for me like i ain't no g Fiends looking for me like I'm baking them o's I got, hoes looking for me cause my pea that sweet Streets on lock w out the keys for the lows Im on the block w the pillow, sleeping on 'em I came up w the brillo Ruff times, now we shinning a shit load Kiss toes, pose like a king and I'm just a gizmo Nobody ya should know, the shotti's in the window Pane, stain the planet, (pome)granted me my grip on My own .38 i inherited cause they ain't ship those Ngz got mixed emotions, bchz be sticking w em Its pitiful, ha! hostility hospitable Cock pop, dropp'em like a soft top ngz should just roll I know bchz who practice clapping pistols biatch!" Bubb "I'm from the block i rock 501's Where ngz drop the rock when the 5-0 come And its life, on the street, gotta eat stomach growling Money piling, bchz is foulin', ngz wild in' Its been a while man but I'm back Back at it like crack, i got habits i guess I'm a crack addict Focused on getting this bread My mathematics got me going crazy on the ave I gotta have it U talking to a nga ain't have shit Thats why i take what i want, i ain't asking Ski mask fasting, get that cash, step off laughing B's a og, i got white like aspen It'll get a nga popped like aspirin Seat belt fastening, keep on smashing for all my ngz Its bubb watts from the block, don't make me call my nga Swheatpee "fist full of dollars, 387 hollows Let me know if its a problem the solution's in my closet Got my .22 pistol and my .22 rifle Cause 500 rounds cost less than the bible Have him running like a cheetah He gone need some new addidas Cut'm like a pizza, have'm singing like aretha We gone need an alibi to memorize the lies Or try to catch him slipping' buying blunts up on the other side My 20 gauge'll lay 'em flat, chest shock 'em out the back Go old school on 'em, brass knuckle up his fitted cap Signal w the flare gun or chirp me on the burnout Throw him in the back seat, go 80 make'm get out Loud mouth, duck tape him, pay backs a clip He wanna he-man, but really he heathcliff If he call me a song, hollow tips shatter bones He be laying next to cones right in front of his home Stoney "life as a felon My trials and tribulations market me strong I'm pushing through like noah's arc in the storm I live fast like a meth addict 100 miles per hour on a one way against traffic Savage habits, ya weak stomach could never grasp it Uneducated scholars w no pot to piss in But they always so full of vision Ya talk slick, yea I'm coming to slay ya And when my gun bust you catch bullets like football players I bring drama like a soap opera I got a lot of jewelry but my favorite piece is chrome and copper Proven fact if i feed you this fire My bars chopped and diced w more flavor than pico degallo I flow brutal like two shots to the head Thats why ya flow ain't right, kinda like white boys w dreads Even haters can't deny that I'm nice Gotta be grimy to receive my flow, kinda like headlights Spent all this time building ya buzz But then get to the big times and choke like kimbo slice All these rappers claiming they don't right O now i get it, i understand why they songs ain't tight Ya metaphors and punchlines ain't up to par Better work on ya cadence boy, step up ya bars Ya aura outdated and ya style is tired Producers and ya engineer should've been fired Talk greasy get ya jaw wired All these gangsters singing, remind me of a jail house choir Where my phone I'm bout to call my nga"