M - Pire Shrikez Back Lyrics - Singles - Originoo Gunn Clapazz

[intro: starang wondah] 

For real, y'all, word up 

Hennyville guzzla, my nigga major blood 

I roll with the muthafuckin leader, big rock 

And the first and last general of this m.f.c. shit, sean p. 

Doc holiday, the underboss 

And I am the commander in chief of all operations, william h. 

For life, y'all, word up 

[louieville sluggah] 

Live and direct, straight from the projects 

Will and hennyville, I'm lookin for the flyest 

One night stand, out there to match my seats with 

And if it's good, then I'll see her on the weekend 

Page beepin, my will is slow leakin 

Checkin little sis, she just got that ass beatin 

[starang wondah] 

Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that always kick that 

Shit that, make your bitch hot 

Word up, my man hardcore, always actin like he never see cash 

Tryin to be fast, spillin ashes in the heat clash 

And bitches bumrushin me, feelin me without touchin me 

Aiyo I step off stage, the crowd can't get enough of me 

My crew walks out, aiyo turn this war into a talk out 

We ain't beggin 'em, yo craig and them, bring the chalk out 

Y'all sometimey, try and act like ya grimy 

Knowin damn well, ya come behind me 

You can find me and henny in the back of a six, with 2 chicks 

Wit the windows up tinted, givin them two dicks 

[louieville sluggah] 

Yo niggas ain't stoppin us from soda poppin 

Bob marley spliffs, with the fly whip coppin 

Money in my pocket, chicken heads flockin 

Niggas stay watchin, systems stay rockin 

[starang wondah] 

The m.f.c. for life, in this I do double 

From brownsville, big will'll stay in the trouble 

Sorry, my nigga, I didn't mean to burst ya bubble 

But I hit that bitch, I didn't know you was a couple 

Will with the skill so ill, it's that's pure 

Sick with this shit, doctors can't find a cure 

And it's on 

[chorus 2x: rock] 

It's plain to see, you can't change me 

'cause I'm wit m.f.c. for ya life 

They ask you, did you deed, stuck your key 

You tell them m.f.c. for ya life 

[thunderfoot] 

It's impossible, to stop the money, who lyric ox you 

I leave more niggas face down, then guliani cops do 

My crew, he comin out to you movin that mach 2 

I nerve block every pressure point, like I knew kung fu 

On my name, with squattin ya keg, and I had a son too 

Strap up, 'cause you don't know how many dicks they broads run through 

And my m.f.c., look they norman serve 

Yo pass that hennyville real, so I can feel the swerve 

And start earnin up words, and pushin whips on the curb 

I start reachin for mics and makin niggas loose nerve, you heard 

Super blind side, multiply to the third 

My word is bond like james, you spit game, I spit flame 

And while you playin around, I'm takin aim 

I feed you information, til I overload ya brain 

And your body shut down and goin in shock from the pain 

First come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then come rain 

[chorus] 

[starang wondah] 

All the m.f.c.'ites worship the ground that I walk on 

I bless these mics that I talk on 

Cats is blinded, lookin for rhymes, ya can't find it 

Lookin out for what will say, nigga rewind it 

This nigga lost me, knowin starang, it's extra flossy 

Coolin on the ave, where all my magnum force be 

If it cost me, a g or two, i'mma see you 

And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a preview 

Leave you in the dust without a gun to bust 

Make your ass forever regret, fuckin wit us 

[louieville sluggah] 

The name henny, weighin in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty 

Couldn't be any one out there like henny (God damn right) 

You can bet that on your life, front your wife 

For real, will wanna slice, is like lewinski 

Given hed to prez and vice (she too nice) 

Forever twist the law for life 

M.f.c. life is do what the fuck we want (got that right) 

And bob mar' swab, droppin bloodshed into blessing 

Came in the name of love, so nigga, flame it up 

I caught pain from the breakup, yo I had to regain 

I'm checkin shorty with the make-up 

My number one thought of course, bout when she wake up 

Six in the morn', still I'm chasin paper 

[chorus 3x]