100 Bars Of Death Lyrics - Singles - Ya Boy

I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World 

But I Garantee 

That I Will Spark The Brain 

That will Change The World 

Better Show Respect Before I Lose It 

The Whole World Know 

Precise Is More Than Music 

A Movement 

Look At All The Goons That I Move With 

Homies, Guns, Vest & Boots 

On That Platoon Shit 

Best, Hardest In The West 

Yes, Literally 

The Fans Comparing Me To Who? 

Come On, Ya Killin' Me 

The Enemy Keep Tryin' 

But Can't Get Rid Of Me 

Bombs Like Timothy 

Arms Like A Centipede 

Hoes Through His Door 

Make Sure He's A Memory 

One Nigga 

But I Got Em' Shook 

Like There's Ten Of Me 

Go Hard In Hip-Hop 

Hope They Remember Me 

Screamin' "Thug Life" 

Like A Tupac Minny-Me 

Any Beef? 

Tell Em' To Bring It Special Delivery 

I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Missury 

These Niggas Wanna Finish Me 

And Send Me To The Reveren 

Honostly, There's Probley Better Competition In Heaven 

Holla At Me 

Fillmore Bitch 

We Dollar Happy 

You Would Think I Was Strippin' 

The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me 

I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful 

The New Ice Cube 

Bust My Guns 

And Rock Mics Too 

So What's Good? 

Either You Crip 

Or You Blood 

Somebody Call Khalid 

Tell Em' "Ya Boy Was Hood" 

If He Joke Like D-Ray 

My Heat Like D. Wade 

Shots To His Face 

Make Him Sing Like T-Pain 

Stuff Him In The Trunk 

Then I Dump The Remains 

Nowa Days 

All That Rappin' Is 

Is A Free-Chain 

If A Nigga Ever Look At Me As A Free-Chain 

He's Not Gonna Make It 

Like His Plane Got Delayed 

I'm Talkin' To The Real 

If You Fake, Then Get Lost 

Them Block Muscle-Men 

Hustlin' Like Rick Ross 

Real Talk 

I'd Rather Sit 

Then Snitch Dawg 

Cause Quick Jaws 

Get A Nigga Smoked 

Like Menthols 

I'm Way Outta They League 

Who Hotter Than Me? 

Gottcha' Favorite R&B Bitch 

Swollowen Me 

I Ain't Lyin' 

Look I'm So Fly 

I Should Be Flyin' 

Maybe That's The Reason 

Why Ya Girl Keep Eyin' 

I'm Eyin' Her Back 

Louie Purse, With The Hat 

I'm Not A Trick 

But I'm Rich 

So I'm Buyin' Her That 

And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef 

Tired Of That Gay Shit 

I Thought He Wanted War 

He Seen Me 

And Didn't Say Shit 

I'm Outta This World 

When You See Me 

I'm Like A Spaceship 

Lights Everywhere 

Make It Bright Anywhere 

Got The Sun On My Neck 

Full Moon On My Wrist 

Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth 

And It's All On A Bitch 

I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline 

Everytime 

Milk A Bitch Like A Cow 

Every Cent 

Every Dime 

Never Been To Jail 

But I Done Done Hella Crimes 

Moved To Malibu 

Now I Got Em' Thuggin' 

To Pepper Dime 

Gimme Mine 

If A Nigga Say I Ain't The Top Five 

Dead Or Alive 

Remove His Head 

And His Spine 

I Load The Lead In The Nine 

Leave Him Dead On Arrival 

Ya Sittin' On The Shelf 

What The Fuck Did Ya Sign For? 

Catch Me With The Crips 

And The Bloods Don't Mind No 

I Don't Bang Colors 

I'm A Damn Albino 

Drunk Like A Wino 

Hard Like A Rhino 

Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone 

Lookin' For A Fine Hoe 

Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin' 

I'll Even Take A White Girl 

Like Jessica Simpson 

Make Sure She Licks It 

Kiss My Limp Biscuit 

Tape It 

Need A Witness 

This Is Big Business 

I'm Heavy With SRC's 

Like Steve Rifkin 

I'm Talkin' Some Real Clientel 

Nigga Listen! 

Drop Em' A Line 

That's All I Do 

Is Go Fishin' 

Get Em' Hooked On Me 

Then I Turn Em' Into Fish Sticks 

This Is 

100 BARS OF DEATH 

If Ya Listenin' 

I Ain't Like These Other Niggas 

I Can Go The Distance 

Ya Fans In My Hands 

So You Know I'ma Clinch It 

The Rap Game Dirty 

But Somebody Gotta Rinse It 

I Don't Even Spit Shit 

I Just Go And Rip Shit 

That's Why These Hoes 

Put Me On Like Lipstick 

That's Why These Hoes 

Put Ya Boy On They Hit List 

Swag Like A Ma' Fucka 

I'm The New Slick Rick 

La-Di-Da-Di 

Sawed-Off Shawty 

Ridin' Through The Hood 

Bout' To Flip Somebody 

How You Rap Like That? 

It's Just Somethin' Bout' Me 

I Step In The Booth 

And The Shit Just Comes At Me 

Niggas Wanna Shoot Me 

Niggas Wanna Rob Me 

Fuck That! 

.40 Cal 

Here Right Beside Me 

Niggas Can't Deny He 

Hotter Than Mojave... Desert 

In The Middle Of Summer 

Let's Have Me Nashi 

I Be 

Killin' Other Rappers Like A Hobby 

Niggas Take Pictures 

Of Women When Like They Surround Me 

I Don't Even Trip 

I Don't Block No Head 

I Tell Them Hoes 

"Do Me" 

Like Rocko Said 

But You Can Get Up Outta Here 

If You Ain't Got No Bread 

Cause Even My Bed 

Gotta Far-Gomo Spread 

Yeah! 

I Mean Scrooge McDuck Bucks 

And If A Nigga Say I Ain't Nice 

Then He Probley Get Butt Fucked 

I Catch You In The Hood 

All I'll Say Is 

"Tough Luck" 

Don't Holla Precise Gang... 

... Ya Get Fucked Up 

What What? 

Cut A Nigga Up 

Like Nip Tuck 

You Might As Well Kill Ya Self 

Like A Wrist Cut 

And Everybody In The Whole Hood Know 

It's Us 

The Way Them Doors No Longer Swing 

They Lift Up 

The Way Them Boys 

Gon' Do They Things With Big Bucks. 

Big Homes, Big Diamond Rings, And Big Trucks 

Despite That... 

I'm Tryna' Sell Like Mike Jack 

I Even Get The Fans That Don't Like Rap 

Keep It A Hundred 

So It's A Must 

I Write That 

Spit So Much Crack 

The Feds Got The Mic Tapped. 

Yeah 

Holla At Me 

PRECISE GANG! 

YA BOY! 

I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy 

West Coast 

West Coast 

I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy 

Y.B. 

I'm On One 

InfaRed On This 

Motha Fucka' 

Yeah 

Come on