2 Nightmares in the Port City, Pt. II
Left 4 Dead, blood rushing
Next victim gone die next
Ain't no love on the south side this is real life no climax
Pt. 2, Remix
Full clip like a death wish
Who's that, Genius
Empress back in the mix
Lights off its a crime scene
Mayday, gangway
Back from the dead I'm on the run they done let me out of that dark cage
All hell might break loose when the world ends ain't no sleep
There's no love on a cold night got no justice got no peace
In my city its not safe to walk outside wit no streetlights
Savage boys on the backstreets with the mac cuffed in they jeans tight
Act tough and u won't make it this ain't the shit that you want boy
That burner heated stay locked and loaded you bleeding out at that front door
I'll never lack nor turn my back on my family friends or my brethren
Can't stick around in this bullshit but this my city I'm repping
Stayed from the streets and stayed in the booth
PCE nigga we the truth
Before I lie on my deathbed imma lay my head on a solid roof!
Two shots on ya nigga block
Hear them bells ring that's Port City
Big bucks and I smoke kush so RIP to Merk Biddy
Rap just for these rap bitches that's talking down like i fell off
Choppa kick and do backflips like gymnastics take off
Fuck with no broke bois that talk tough tryna act hard
Got shit on deadlock
But can't drop 10 on these hot bars
Young Empress that's my name
Gotta chick whiter than cocaine all she wanna do is roll paper planes
gotta gang of young niggas doing a lot of things
Real bitch I don't say nun till it's time to ask where that cash at
Play around you a tired hoe, so I fall asleep taking catnaps
Fuck a bitch can't love no thots getting fucking dropped like a placemat
Told the bitch put her face down for bout five seconds like a snapchat
Smoke weed get high power. Busting rhymes with willpower
Blunts taller than twin towers niggas getting ate like sunflowers
Fuck a coward ion love no broads got a fly crib look I went to college
Gotcha bitch working the hotel gotta wet pussy like she took a shower
Bullets fly they come in shapes
Do or die they came to chase
When you wanna die just name the date
Take a nigga out nigga name the place
All my boys got what it takes
Eastside rider with a 38
Daredevil, amazing Grace
Hellraiser, save ya face
Nigga u lacking that pistol is clapping the zombies attacking and looking for crack
Cracking yo skin into pieces turn you to a feces your species aint making it back
Empress and Jizzy we back on the track
Get out the way or get hit in the back
Shit on these rappers no time for the lax
Bath salt your face have you clean with the wax
Full of dust better duck or get shot up in god we trust
Outta luck my nigga you stuck cause we don't fuck around wit you fucks
Coming dead at yo neck nigga vampire fever them wolves bite
Find ya body 6 feet below wit a dusty coffin bitch die tonight!
From the east side where it's homicide make a bitch nigga feel traumatized
Keep a hammer wit me if a nigga try get his head bust don't fuck around
Gotta 12 gauge wit a 100 rounds
When I aim it at you don't make a sound
Imma real bitch and I hold it down
Don't play around on my side of town
Tom & Jerry ion chase niggas, load the clip and I spray a bitch
Don't come around less you got the cash, you the police so I gotta dip
Big pool full of bloody hoes, take ya life but ion save a soul
Don't save a bitch less she worth sum, Zombieland so I threw her in
Eat her heart like a rare steak, ass fat so it drew me in
Next victim gone die next
Ain't no love on the south side this is real life no climax
Pt. 2, Remix
Full clip like a death wish
Who's that, Genius
Empress back in the mix
Lights off its a crime scene
Mayday, gangway
Back from the dead I'm on the run they done let me out of that dark cage
All hell might break loose when the world ends ain't no sleep
There's no love on a cold night got no justice got no peace
In my city its not safe to walk outside wit no streetlights
Savage boys on the backstreets with the mac cuffed in they jeans tight
Act tough and u won't make it this ain't the shit that you want boy
That burner heated stay locked and loaded you bleeding out at that front door
I'll never lack nor turn my back on my family friends or my brethren
Can't stick around in this bullshit but this my city I'm repping
Stayed from the streets and stayed in the booth
PCE nigga we the truth
Before I lie on my deathbed imma lay my head on a solid roof!
Two shots on ya nigga block
Hear them bells ring that's Port City
Big bucks and I smoke kush so RIP to Merk Biddy
Rap just for these rap bitches that's talking down like i fell off
Choppa kick and do backflips like gymnastics take off
Fuck with no broke bois that talk tough tryna act hard
Got shit on deadlock
But can't drop 10 on these hot bars
Young Empress that's my name
Gotta chick whiter than cocaine all she wanna do is roll paper planes
gotta gang of young niggas doing a lot of things
Real bitch I don't say nun till it's time to ask where that cash at
Play around you a tired hoe, so I fall asleep taking catnaps
Fuck a bitch can't love no thots getting fucking dropped like a placemat
Told the bitch put her face down for bout five seconds like a snapchat
Smoke weed get high power. Busting rhymes with willpower
Blunts taller than twin towers niggas getting ate like sunflowers
Fuck a coward ion love no broads got a fly crib look I went to college
Gotcha bitch working the hotel gotta wet pussy like she took a shower
Bullets fly they come in shapes
Do or die they came to chase
When you wanna die just name the date
Take a nigga out nigga name the place
All my boys got what it takes
Eastside rider with a 38
Daredevil, amazing Grace
Hellraiser, save ya face
Nigga u lacking that pistol is clapping the zombies attacking and looking for crack
Cracking yo skin into pieces turn you to a feces your species aint making it back
Empress and Jizzy we back on the track
Get out the way or get hit in the back
Shit on these rappers no time for the lax
Bath salt your face have you clean with the wax
Full of dust better duck or get shot up in god we trust
Outta luck my nigga you stuck cause we don't fuck around wit you fucks
Coming dead at yo neck nigga vampire fever them wolves bite
Find ya body 6 feet below wit a dusty coffin bitch die tonight!
From the east side where it's homicide make a bitch nigga feel traumatized
Keep a hammer wit me if a nigga try get his head bust don't fuck around
Gotta 12 gauge wit a 100 rounds
When I aim it at you don't make a sound
Imma real bitch and I hold it down
Don't play around on my side of town
Tom & Jerry ion chase niggas, load the clip and I spray a bitch
Don't come around less you got the cash, you the police so I gotta dip
Big pool full of bloody hoes, take ya life but ion save a soul
Don't save a bitch less she worth sum, Zombieland so I threw her in
Eat her heart like a rare steak, ass fat so it drew me in
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Writer(s): Empre$$
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