Quiet Storm

Niggas told me I'm the hottest in da streets
The Voice of the killaz so move with caution when it's beef
Kay clips we curve shit pull up hopping outta rentals
Drop bullets like bird shit only aim for head an dentals
I'm the realest bitch the talk of the Streetz ask about me
Choppa glizzys money stack to the ceiling no way around it
Pain deep so I'm tryna bury niggaz deeper
Low percentage on that tint when I slide me an the reaper

Bang shit gang shit big 40$ we stain shit
We Kilt that nigga while u bitchs wana steady claim shit
That's lame shit, I can tell u how We hit em
If the feds wasn't listing nigga I'll get specific
Nigga pour up the drank I'm the realest niggas fuck what u thank
Quiet storm bullets a hit ANIGGA faster then drank
Quiet down nigga u killing em they want me to stop
The beef a never end till all of my enemies drop
Beams an drums on everything from the smallest to the tallest
Nigga we hit everything from the smallest to the tallest
Fuck some charges bitch we beat those
Birch st dodging Rico's
Behind the scenes we still killing these niggas an that's on paco
Too many dead niggas to n the opps side to get to dissing
Niggas know one thang about us we hop out it ain't no missing
Pop bottles after a sco wait for the wake then Hit it up
An you bet not throw no candle light nigga we shoot it up
That's y'all bottle pop for losing we gone keep the sco up

I been down down fo bodies an shooting niggas know I ain't hoeing up
Just some facts cuz I hear the opps talking
But y'all got niggas in wheel chairs an coffins bitch u done stop the talking
Get some get back since fact died Nigga we got the get back
Last niggas that test our gangsta pussy nigga got his shit flat
That's big facts, nigga fuck the other side cuz we the truth
Real gangsta from the pin to the streets an the booth
All n traffic with my foot on the pedal hands on that metal

Chains glissing while I'm thugging pussy I'll never settle
Nigga I'm dope niggas ain't even got lighters to smoke
Opp pack rolling that loud nigga trying not to choke
Stop drop n roll Drilles when I come thru wit that torch
Been up a body since the first nigga tried off the porch
WITH THE TORCH I'M TRYNA GET UP CLOSE AN PUSH ANIGGA FACE IN
Body rock ANIGGA done check em with that fn
Splash twins me an lo you know we back to back
He up the block I'm down the street we walk down when we attack
That's a fact nigga real gangsta shit
We put the belt to u niggas /our opps no we spanking shit
TRAPPING AN THUGGING
NIGGA FULLY WIT 50 I'm bout that action
Raised n a crack house when I walked the flo was cracking
So I learned how to creep sweep ANIGGA off his feet
Real gangstas move in silence I'm proud u ain't heard of me
BELIVE half of what u hear nigga an half of what u see
Niggas was talkin bout murders all the time while it was me
Get yo fame nigga hold that shit down when the pressure hit

Homocide room then proved most of u niggas really bitch
I'm the realest n da streets
I'm the voice of the killaz
I'm talking murda thug niggaz like preeeeeach
Ain't no peace, we in da trenches nigga know it ain't safe
Touch one, an we kill six, breaking these niggaz like vase
When the labels call bitch I need a m
All these fake niggas making it an I ain't one of them
I done been in the cells with lifers nigga tell me I'm lying
Ask niggas I was a demon when I first touched a line
Niggas know my gang drilling when we outside
Really I done been up close seen niggas brains fry
Niggaz knowing I'm the realest hands down bitch I'm the goat
I banged ANIGGA in the beef nickel told me drive off slow
That was the realest shit i heard left his brains on the curve
Just know when that pressure hit me an my niggas we gone swerve



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Writer(s): Markquail Belvine
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