Major Figgas

*(Lunasicc Talking)* Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah Verse 1 Fo the rest of my life I be ballin fuckin top notch hoes Makin the coroner mad as fuck when he look at that body wit out clothes Frozen memories of mutha fuckin used to be Fucked in the game, I aim fo the brain constantly Doin 90 I mash Empty 8 miles an hour My heat I dump in the middle of the street if the job turn sour These cowards Don't really know who tha fuck they fuckin wit Eddie Bauer Super Sport, Lexo's, wit shipped kits Went from Nike's to Levi's Top hats, to black ties From nation to worldwide Been a gangsta since knee-high Fallin on you bitches, stayin away from you snitches So if anybody got nuts, I'm servin yo ass like some tennis Servin yo ass like a gymnist Who got it crackin like me?? Ain't no doe-doe, shake a hoe like a po-po Movin 'em off that weed I will blow until you bleed, this boy gonna make it Call the coroner for that ass Yo life I'm gonna take it *(Chorus)* x2 I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major niggas Made niggas, straight paid niggas, clockin major figgaz I'm goin all out to get what I got, holdin my own Call me the King of Cali, Northern Valley is my home Verse 2 I stick bitches like a cactus An I'm deadly wit no practice Layin these niggas down on the ground, like layin these hoes on a Matress No theatrics These movies ain't got shit on me It's this Mafia life I live in the S-A-C These niggas be lookin pitiful Wit rhymes that come out critical Actin like they bad, not knowin they nouns, pronouns, an syllabls You niggas can't get wit me can't daddy I move too quickly Most of them they talk they shit, but they scared to rain like they name Missy My pistola, he ring like Motorola's when I'm drivin Attractin attention like hoes Have naked Sun shining out the 9-1-5 plus 1 city Get the picture Kill it don't matter as long as my pockets gettin thicker They say rich or for poor But that shit ain't nuthin but paper It's Siccness, I'm major cuttin yo flesh like a razor An fuck Dr. Dre... EASTCOAST NIGGA Who the baddest?? Life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised *(chorus)* x2 Verse 3 Til my casket drops I'm a be steady pimpin, dippin Doin my thangs Checkin niggas hangin on me like gold chains Please back the fuck up Before I go pump the trunk up Dump yo ass inside Then ride to the site an dump you off mutha fucka Kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda Catch me ridin sumpthin clean Bumpin some shit you never heard of Put my b-b in tha 7-3-5 B-M-dubble Ain't no sucka, I'm blastin on you punk mutha fuckaz Casualties of war Harcore like my feezie Booty rappers I call em chester cuz they shit sound cheesy An that's fo sheezy What kind of man would I be If my rhymes was tight as fuck costin about 30 g's Nigga please, I'm the youngsta makin the noise like thunder Candy paint on my 6-4 Gotta drop it before the summer This that real shit Nigga you can't fuck wit these Do or die up in my city, when I'm chasin my cheese. Uh *(chorus)* x3 I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major, beeitch, beeitch That's right, westcoast mutha fuckaz(mutha fuckaz) That AWOL camp(AWOL camp) uh. uh. uh. You know one for the money bitch