What a Niggy Know? (Remix)

Lazy nigga! [Hook] I saw the thunder and heard the lightning And felt the burden of his shame (Repeat x2) [Zev Love X] Check, sup do Yeah, check it out check it out Check it, buss it, peep it, check it I'm on the low like a sneaky ass (white) nigga X the unseen comin' like the night nigga So start panicking I'mma crack this Heinekin Suckas is froze like mannequin so no shenanigan, bucko I'm rugged like stone face to stucco So fuck it! The mic is in my knuckles so I keeps my fist full of profits My grip is on my pistol in pocket Niggas be blowin' but be annoyin' like whistle rockets This one goes out to all you suckas: you don't know me I never O.D. on my diet of codeine and OE X embezzling fat checks and cash is okay Fucking with the system like a rash but I don't say out loud I read my hit list while I check shit A nigga never lived to hear me diss him on no record The month's up I watched the pussy bleed for seven days The body autopsy said he was killed in seven ways Nowadays tell me what lady don't get it Listen to BLS you just might catch radio edit I got the good news so watch the happy story end like Colin Ferguson or Jack Kavorkian and you don't quit [Hook] [MF Grimm] (Sittin on the train like half past midnight) Who will survive in World War Three? (None!) Who got a style that come close to me? (None!) Niggas screamin battle who steps to me? (None!) To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker Raps incarceration of a threat to population Blowing MCs in a yardless, heartless center isolation raise a rattle With recreational mental meditation World War Three, it's me So man your battle station The reaper lyrics are way beyond the limits of human endurance (Yeah!) The rapper called star shot down for insurance (Bang!) I keep the ugly rhymes in the celler of my cranium Where no one can see them or hear cries for freedom Chopped up raw thoughts the only thing I feed 'em Release the beats from the celler when I need 'em Dwell underground like C.H.U.D., love letters Wrinkled paper bags, ink and blood I gotta slay ways of jealous I defeat Dodge bullets blue sparks flowin off the fuckin concrete Even if it's not your beef you are stressed cause bullets go homeless And homeless need a place to rest So where's your heaven and hell G? Because your Marcus Wellby will not be able to sew That hole in your chest and back Often looks like a car, it's kitted Piped and tinted, and also painted triple black (Ding!) Sad songs to your saviour to sacrifice your soul to prayers failed (Sorry) Cause God moved like a snail so death prevails Your deader than a doornail Lips blue, skin pale, all hail GRIMM! [Hook]