[DMG]
Call me psychotive but I`m bad, nigga yo!
And I`ma do ya bad, black
And when I come, I`m bustin up niggas to hear me, black
Ya should of never let a nigga see
if there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age
and now I`m of-age I can`t escape the fuckin front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again
I kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like I`m Gilligan
I`m P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back
Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed
Niggas they can`t fuck with my clique
I`m here to break em off for chunk
A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punk
And I be rollin with the brass
Don`t answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a
pass, nigga
Don`t even stop to say `Whattup?` cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up
Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place
or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain`t the one to take no bullshit
Cos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya know
Sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don`t hear do`
Chorus:
I`ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don`t hear me do`
(But you don`t hear me do`)
Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don`t hear me do`
[DMG]
It`s time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!
Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don`t hear me do`
So I`ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin sounds and it don`t stop
So nigga pass the swisha quick
and I`ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
Cos, see a nigga gotta saty high
I try to smoke til I can`t smoke and then I won`t smoke
But still I got my fingers on my shit
and click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!
You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G`s down in Texas
Some think I`m talk cos I play it cool
but I ain`t the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won`t do
Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang
And I will pain up the asshole
Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don`t hear me do`
Chorus
[DMG]
Ain`t no mistakin what I`m bringin, you motherfuckers still ain`t had
enough
So I`ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk
May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
Any way you come I`m in your motherfuckin shit, mate!
Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin fires
quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die
And it ain`t no runnin down dem backstreets
cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don`t hear me do`
Chorus
Yeah, check it!
