100 Bar Blackout Lyrics - D I

yeah this all? 

no doubt 

a yo 

100 bar blackout yo uh 

I set the sirens off every time i step in the streets 

if you get the feds you better put a weapon to me 

i want metal shit that will turn your vest in debris 

blow you away like the winter drown your ass in the sea 

sink you lower than the titanic 

so many niggas is benched 

it's like a man with no legs i can't stand it 

yawl cats is pussy might as well come with a wig 

get your self some d cups and try to change to ya fig 

i run trains with my niggas yo we tag team hoes 

when your crew get on the stage it's like a drag queen show 

except yawl ain't got no wigs or skits 

and yawl front like you gangsta till you see a gun in your shirt 

it only take a bullet shot to put one in the dirt 

and you better hope that it miss one of them nerds 

cuz the vests is getting better, ya heard? 

had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, shit for words 

you probably wondering if i'm crazy or not 

there's only one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top 

and if you wonder what a piece could do 

i bust bleed in ya boo, make her offer you to breathe or move 

i act wild when i bang, nigga d's a fool 

but if your chick see me, she'll be leaving you 

i take you to the strip and show you what a g can do 

i want burners so hot make you heat the room 

want ice that will make the bride leave the groom 

make jakes, cold stakes with a fleet and scoop(?) 

i'm so cold i be making niggas heat they tombs 

and hop in with the quickness to meet they doom 

you gotta be the one who made me to stop this kid 

fuck with smoke that will make a nigga's nostrils bleed 

you better see me when you got a doc cold in your palm 

and a priest on your arm that could leave you to God 

i've been sick since the day i was born 

doctors had to tranquilize me in my arms just for keeping me calm 

that's why i build a tolerance for the drugs 

air packs and hollow tips to your mug spill your brains on the rug 

slice your wrists up just so i can play with your blood 

and like d (?) spill your face in the tub 

yo, does this mic have a battery pac? 

it would probably have to recharge 10 times to hand my raps 

nigga fuck it i ain't plannin a hook 

my rhymes are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my book 

that's why i spit like it's fire in words 

i gotta rhyme on a cordless mic or the wire would burn 

mad nigga's wanna chill without he best 

yo the only way you can hang with me is with a rope to your neck 

and you probably wonder when imam stop 

nigga i an't gonna stop till the ak ain't able to drop 

till your blood aint able to spill 

i got so many bodies on my waste the government made me a field 

just so i could fuckin bury them all 

i paid so many visits to the grave that i had to mary the morgue 

did you hear? had to marry the morgue 

i cut your fans hands off so you can't get a round of applause 

i want a whip that could level the ground 

and if you old to the game, best believe imam setting you down 

except it ain't gonna be with a wife 

it's gonna be with a knife 

if i can't bust a (?) in a night 

i'm a little hungry man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach 

then put a key of coke in your wounds to numb it 

to spit a verse i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor 

nigga it'll burn your throat 

give you stomach pains that spaz you out 

eat you from the inside so the doctors had to drag you out 

gag em out 

you ain't real, nigga you a fag who (?) 

i know a chick that will bag your spouse 

get you shot in an hour or less 

shower your vest 

(?) big bites that devour your flesh 

i can see that it's a game to you 

you shouldn't play with a nigga that's better more flame than you 

more clicks, more frames than you 

more real, more ill, more will, more brains than you 

the only thing i an't got is more fame than you 

but a 400 shot 12 gauge will do 

can't do it, imam page your boo 

catch her late night 

spit game, tell that chick to beg for food 

pitch you (?) something that won't make ya move 

wake you up to a tech, and a (?) 

that ain't even half of what imam do 

tie you up on the couch seal blows till your face is blue 

have your whole fam hating you 

and to think, that's a gram nigga, pictures what an 8th could do