Chiraq (remix) Lyrics - Montana Of 300

"Chiraq (Remix)" 

Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, (ha!) hey man, go that way B 

Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you niggas, man, straight up, man 

Y'all niggas better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15 

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I been ballin 

Could've skipped college 

I'm a bad boy with that big popper 

12 gauge when I head shot him 

Bust his head open like a pinata 

Like Percy Miller I've been bout it 

Come find your ass like Bin Laden 

I kill a clown over my guala 

Don't give a fuck if it was 10 dollars 

Don't trust niggas don't trust bitches 

I know these ho's like a pimp scholar 

And it's MOB till the day I drop 

And these stupid thots don't get nada 

And these dick riders try to steal from me 

Gon feel the heat when that lead pop em 

I whack a bitch and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms 

Bought a new gun with two clips 

I can't wait to use it 

And that bitch stick to my hip like I glued it 

I hope you do trip as soon as you do it 

I'll pull that bitch out K-9 unit 

And kiss your ass goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's smooches 

No top that's clueless 

I'm ruthless, I do this 

I'm ballin these ho's, yeah, they all on my pool stick 

And you mad at your main bitch cause that bitch bumpin my new shit 

Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty 

Keep the green on me like a jets jersey 

Tell a opposition I ain't never worried 

Keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry 

I can see you pussy like a miniskirt 

Keep talkin you gon get it first 

And the toughest with you gon' get it worst 

Now go order up about 20 shirts 

RIP with they face on it, have to show they ass how that semi work 

Yeah they got smoked April 21st 

The next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse 

Always sayin somethin' but ain't sprayin nothin' 

When it's beef I don't wait for nothin' 

If I see a opp broad day in public 

Then I'm shootin shit like Azae Production 

Got word they be out there every night 

I'm talking deeper than Barry White 

We gon' ride past with that iron blast 

And start flipping niggas like Jessie White 

They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice 

And I'm fucking monster in a pair of Mike's and this 40 on me looks very nice 

I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk bitch I hunt 

Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump 

This bitch got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk 

But for today it's riding shotgun since niggas like to front 

And if this nigga run and this nigga done, I'ma soak a nigga like he in the tub 

These rappers acting like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up 

Fuck niggas I never like 'em, got no problem with killin' one 

I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a fuck 

I remember way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell 

To us she was a loving mother but to other motherfuckers she was clientele 

And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I told her that 

I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns 

And kill every nigga that done sold her crack 

It's almost 20 years later, now she finally sober 

But that was the shit that I prayed about 

I thank God I made it out 

Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out 

Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't shit to debate about 

If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters 

Be outside your crib like we stakin' out 

It's really fucked up in my city I'm sorry but I'm bout to add to the body count 

I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be 'bout 

My choppas, they shit on them bitches, when spittin, I think they might got a potty mouth 

I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body yall 

Keep runnin' your mouth I'ma run in your house 

Paramedics they gonna' bring bodies out 

I'm signing you niggas like Jay Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out 

Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house 

When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out 

I caught his ass takin' the garbage out 

Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out 

Black on black everything 

We own black everything 

That's the motto when we ridin' out 

The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out 

Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine 

Shoutout to my daddy he taught me how 

My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a slaughterhouse 

I am the one that they talk about 

I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out 

That money be callin', I'm almost stopped ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now 

See niggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now? 

I'm a dough stacking 

Dope rapping, no lacking 

Po' packing, Four blasting 

Soul snatching, toe tagging, cold bastard 

Better close your mouth or get a closed casket 

Show you what I'm saying like closed captions 

Put them in two, make them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic 

I'll put the chopper to a nigga top, and then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget 

Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit, and get straight face, that's no passion 

I'm the illest that you ever heard 

I'm the flyest killer that you ever seen 

If a fuck nigga ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline 

Bitch I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask 

About to kick door like karate class 

Ask a nigga where he hide his stash 

He better tell the truth like a polygraph 

One false move and that shotty blast 

Leave a nigga stiff like a body cast 

And we don't know nothing about nothing nigga, we was out of town If somebody ask 

Real shit, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I ain't bailing on them 

Be with real niggas, doing real shit 

If I get caught, I ain't telling on them 

No tool, I ain't never going 

Iron Man with that metal on him 

Only God knows where the hell I'm going 

Make a nigga wish he was never born 

These niggas broke, put a price on them 

I'm super fly, put a cape on them 

I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them while they hate on them 

From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat like I play for them 

I'll come at night and put the nine on them 

With the long clip, Deandre Jordan, (Deandre Jordan, Deandre Jordan) 

I'll come at night and put the nine on them 

With the long clip, Deandre Jordan 

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