Tha Blues

(álbum: Lights Out - 2000)

Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothing nice or sweet (Huh?)
They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
Look
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and Os
Forty-fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they're finding niggas everyday slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumping Bubba
For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumbling from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small
Ain't nothing nice

Ain't nothing nice around here, stupid
Keep playing, you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues

Look
Now we all do dumb things
Playing with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
I got two double Desert Eagles, busting at your peoples
Cussing at polices, and roughing up your nieces
See me just off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my ninas got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jacking, believe it's Glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your señoritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that little baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that little baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespecting me
Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty, I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!

Ain't nothing nice around here, stupid
Keep playing, you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Weezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breathe and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten Gs a wat
Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the Glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hanging out the Beamer top releasing shots
Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly ruining your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothing that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleeping, take your child with me
I'm wild, and Weezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house

Ain't nothing nice around here, stupid
Keep playing, you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues