Menace 2 Society
This display of vandalism is just a small fraction of
The problem with gangs and rituals
Police say they play a role in every crime ranging
From drugs to armed robberies
Tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity
Grey is out to fuck 'em
And is lurking out by hiding
Bitch you seepin'
Leave you pussy bleeding out like I was indecent
This summer I'm gon' push a pack across a never reach area
I been making bread and serving red just like a pita
Jugging walk around the city fiendin' for the needle
And the gang will take your soul out for cheddar I'm a reaper
Oh no
Wanna go back what I wanna go back
I don't wanna pop another flow sac
Always spend the days and the weeks on the grind
Tryna eat, nah fuck that
You're at me wanna combat ugh
Still so sad I'm a scumbag uh
Push another sack and pockets looking fatter
Now I'm looking like the motherfucker Kodak ugh
I don't love I just fail, yeah
Roll a blunt for the head, what
Left right down to the boulevard, loud
Dirty soda and my dutch
Guns hanging out my mount
I got frowns on my frowns
I got pounds and these sounds
And I murder pussy, feed that bitch dick up in the pound yeah
Leave 'em up inside the chamber, let 'em out eventually
Their crew goin' face down, put the gold up on the griller
I put 'em in a slow cooker, feed up on the energy
Then eat a bozo, no all these rappers got their eyes on me
Serving out the rocks to the college kids I'm taxing it
I been jugging and finessing while I'm counting up these racks bitch
Fuck a gram, sell 'cause we smoking out the pack bitch
So get up out my face when you talking all that wack shit
My bank account on empty I ain't buying shit
And Saliva got that perc he be supplying it
I'm a jiggy motherfucker no denying it
When I get a phone call I get to riding bitch
Yeah we getting real sloppy feel like Rocky when I'm
Swinging ugh
Keep my circle tight, we ride or die fuck who you
Bringing ugh
Shawty do the split up on my dick she getting freaky
But I put the chrome right to your dome if these pussies dissing me
River-city style, cruising with a black out mal
187 running shit like it's the fucking mile
And my lungs are dead from the cigarettes
And your mans is dead 'cause we keep the TEC
And my tans is pressed 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm a dead man walking with my hoodie up
And I never make a deal unless its with the devil
And my eyes are really low when the smoke starts to settle ugh
The problem with gangs and rituals
Police say they play a role in every crime ranging
From drugs to armed robberies
Tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity
Grey is out to fuck 'em
And is lurking out by hiding
Bitch you seepin'
Leave you pussy bleeding out like I was indecent
This summer I'm gon' push a pack across a never reach area
I been making bread and serving red just like a pita
Jugging walk around the city fiendin' for the needle
And the gang will take your soul out for cheddar I'm a reaper
Oh no
Wanna go back what I wanna go back
I don't wanna pop another flow sac
Always spend the days and the weeks on the grind
Tryna eat, nah fuck that
You're at me wanna combat ugh
Still so sad I'm a scumbag uh
Push another sack and pockets looking fatter
Now I'm looking like the motherfucker Kodak ugh
I don't love I just fail, yeah
Roll a blunt for the head, what
Left right down to the boulevard, loud
Dirty soda and my dutch
Guns hanging out my mount
I got frowns on my frowns
I got pounds and these sounds
And I murder pussy, feed that bitch dick up in the pound yeah
Leave 'em up inside the chamber, let 'em out eventually
Their crew goin' face down, put the gold up on the griller
I put 'em in a slow cooker, feed up on the energy
Then eat a bozo, no all these rappers got their eyes on me
Serving out the rocks to the college kids I'm taxing it
I been jugging and finessing while I'm counting up these racks bitch
Fuck a gram, sell 'cause we smoking out the pack bitch
So get up out my face when you talking all that wack shit
My bank account on empty I ain't buying shit
And Saliva got that perc he be supplying it
I'm a jiggy motherfucker no denying it
When I get a phone call I get to riding bitch
Yeah we getting real sloppy feel like Rocky when I'm
Swinging ugh
Keep my circle tight, we ride or die fuck who you
Bringing ugh
Shawty do the split up on my dick she getting freaky
But I put the chrome right to your dome if these pussies dissing me
River-city style, cruising with a black out mal
187 running shit like it's the fucking mile
And my lungs are dead from the cigarettes
And your mans is dead 'cause we keep the TEC
And my tans is pressed 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm a dead man walking with my hoodie up
And I never make a deal unless its with the devil
And my eyes are really low when the smoke starts to settle ugh
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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