Carnage (feat. M.Wade)
I'm on my grind like this
Took a lot of time for me to rhyme like this
A lot of blacks had to die in the mine so I can shine like this
I brought change, nickel and dime this bitch
A lot of niggas wanna fight me
Hear the bars they wanna bite me
Ya bitch don't excite me
Blood diamonds leave a stain up on my white T (Yup)
Ya bitch love when I'm deep in it
Buck 50 in the Stang feel like a speed limit
Niggas rap about it we live it
I bring life to the game just breathe in it
Body count like a speed ticket
Bricks in the drop like a nigga left the keys in it
A mill and the game ima leave with it
It ain't no biggie like a nigga lil Cease with it
She been around all the globe
Pussy sweeter than apple pie and a la mode
When I touch her she explode
She a cover girl, but I make her center fold (Easy breezy)
Think you rap better you silly
Nigga tryna get to a billy
Know real niggas feel me
Top down with the heat on in case a nigga get chilly
Daddy brought the cane in like he Fiddy
Lobster or the steak she can't decide she picky
Ya bitch give me the bop like she Diddy
Only suck it with the top down bitch so saddidy
Niggas think that they can rap
Till they go spit on the beat
Real niggas stand up
Wack ass niggas take a seat
Bars outer space like Star Wars
Living in a war zone like Darfour
I got your girl on all fours (PSA)
There's magic in her walls like Hogwartz
I'm on par with the iron like a golf course
Truth hurts like nails on a chalkboard
She asking what I call for
I seen that booty jiggle tell her walk towards
She want a king not a street nigga
But still hard body not a sweet nigga
Her attitude get sour off sweet liquor
Then she throw it back like a flea flicker
Dumb nigga better not trip
Get hit with a .556 at 5:56
Gotta know life is such a gift
Aimpoint T2 so a nigga won't miss
This ain't a stun gun
Niggas better run run
Tommy gun with a double drum
If it jam I grab another one
Then I'm at the funeral for ya mother's son (Ruthless)
This flow old it ain't new shit
Can't do loose lips
Niggas on point like a tooth pick
Gotta new bitch want the roof crisp
Slide in she like "ooo shit, ooo shit"
You hit her phone she's like "who's this"
I guess her a man got the passcode
Now I'm feeling like a asshole (Why)
Cause I was swimming in the pussy like a tadpole
Took a lot of time for me to rhyme like this
A lot of blacks had to die in the mine so I can shine like this
I brought change, nickel and dime this bitch
A lot of niggas wanna fight me
Hear the bars they wanna bite me
Ya bitch don't excite me
Blood diamonds leave a stain up on my white T (Yup)
Ya bitch love when I'm deep in it
Buck 50 in the Stang feel like a speed limit
Niggas rap about it we live it
I bring life to the game just breathe in it
Body count like a speed ticket
Bricks in the drop like a nigga left the keys in it
A mill and the game ima leave with it
It ain't no biggie like a nigga lil Cease with it
She been around all the globe
Pussy sweeter than apple pie and a la mode
When I touch her she explode
She a cover girl, but I make her center fold (Easy breezy)
Think you rap better you silly
Nigga tryna get to a billy
Know real niggas feel me
Top down with the heat on in case a nigga get chilly
Daddy brought the cane in like he Fiddy
Lobster or the steak she can't decide she picky
Ya bitch give me the bop like she Diddy
Only suck it with the top down bitch so saddidy
Niggas think that they can rap
Till they go spit on the beat
Real niggas stand up
Wack ass niggas take a seat
Bars outer space like Star Wars
Living in a war zone like Darfour
I got your girl on all fours (PSA)
There's magic in her walls like Hogwartz
I'm on par with the iron like a golf course
Truth hurts like nails on a chalkboard
She asking what I call for
I seen that booty jiggle tell her walk towards
She want a king not a street nigga
But still hard body not a sweet nigga
Her attitude get sour off sweet liquor
Then she throw it back like a flea flicker
Dumb nigga better not trip
Get hit with a .556 at 5:56
Gotta know life is such a gift
Aimpoint T2 so a nigga won't miss
This ain't a stun gun
Niggas better run run
Tommy gun with a double drum
If it jam I grab another one
Then I'm at the funeral for ya mother's son (Ruthless)
This flow old it ain't new shit
Can't do loose lips
Niggas on point like a tooth pick
Gotta new bitch want the roof crisp
Slide in she like "ooo shit, ooo shit"
You hit her phone she's like "who's this"
I guess her a man got the passcode
Now I'm feeling like a asshole (Why)
Cause I was swimming in the pussy like a tadpole
Credits
Writer(s): Sherrod Baltimore
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