CREMATE (Run Outta Lucc)

(album: NIGHTMARE ON DA FIFTH - 2022)

[Dusty Locane:]
Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways (My ways)
Chase the bag, I gotta get paid (Get paid)
Grab the .40, I'm letting it blaze (It blaze)
Off the scene, we switching them lanes (Grrt)
These niggas, they fucked up (They fucked up)
Run up on me, you gon' run out of luck (Run out of luck)
I keep that gun tucked (Gun tucked)
Say he a killer, we feeding them slugs

[Stelly Hundo:]
I can't speak on the shh–, niggas might hear (Might hear)
But that nigga dead in the air (In the air)
He tried to run and got hit in the rear (He got clapped)
From the 'Ville, not a nigga I fear (Facts)
Niggas gotta check in wit' the seven
He was a demon, we sent him to heaven (Sent him up)
He was down and he switched on the homies (On the gang)
New treesh gon' go for the homies
[?] got stick wit' a beam
Wit' the fiends put the rock in my jeans
I'm from the O, it get drastic (It get drastic)
[?] like, pass me the 'matic (Like, pass me the 'matic)
Niggas tough on the phone, that ain't static
Like, if you ain't a 'ooter, then pass it (Nigga, please)
Who that be? Top shottas (Top shottas)
Who that is? Big papa (Big papa)
What he on? Rake dropper
Oh, he big? Who shot ya'? (Who shot ya'?)
I stay wit' the cuzzy, he toting the tan
Two knocks 'cause I came wit' the duffle
Boxed in, no I'm not tryna scuffle
Play wit' the gang and a nigga in trouble
Ayo, cig! Where the O's?
Send shots, left a hole in his clothes

[OMB Jay Dee:]
Look, in the streets, niggas know what I did (No cap)
I been upping that since a kid (Boom, boom, boom)
He acting crazy, I'm pushing his wig
Get low, I ain't doing the bid
He was talking on bro and we slid
Four man, was a dangerous crip
Free [?], he known as the cig
Life like mine, only life to live (Ayo, cig!)
Got it on me so how you gon' touch me?
If I shot and I missed, then he lucky
5 A.M. I was up for the uppy
Louis V, I'm used to wearing Rugby
They ain't talking in person, they subbed me
Ain't die 'cause that boy try to rush me
Wit' the 60s, rolling, controlling
Call up the Loc and we gon' do 'em dusty
Off the wave, but I'm still in the mix
Only problem, I'm spinning and shit
Gotta focus on winning and shit
Lost lil' bro, I ain't feeling this shit
Heavy crip when I spin on the B
Catch a hit and maneuver the V
Did it all I'm still in the 'jects
We did 'em wrong, wasn't moving correct
Big .45, I ain't spinning with the 9
He don't get it? Do the math
He was tripping, I gave him a pass
Had the knockers, I ain't have a mask
Tote the duffle, I'll handle the rest
And I'm known from the East to the West
Homie tryna put me to the test (Suck my dick!)
Do him dirty, bro clean up the mess (Are you dumb?)

[Dusty Locane:]
Yo, Jay Dee, a couple niggas talking crazy
How they figured we strapped like the navy?
Just remember, the fame ain't changed me
Rich from the crip or the set?
Rookie in the game but I'm moving like a vet'
Stelly gon' clean up the mess
Apes on the loose so you know we ain't aiming for legs
It's my intent to put that boy to rest
Point at his head, give a fuck 'bout a vest
He ducking the gang, ain't catching no wreck
Candle on a mission, you know what come next
Came here for less, my niggas ain't average
Feva gang post up on the Clocc with unlimited chops, you wouldn't imagine
Baby, 'Cane gon' let off the 'matic

[3Kizzy:]
Don't ask 'bout the five 'cause it's classified
You get shot down if you not one of mine
One way in and it's live or die
Call up Sleep and now he getting televised
When it come to the 'rips
My niggas, they breaking the rules
Take [?] top out it's silver
Done got my Apes on the loose
Roll wit' the rush or get crushed
Caught me a opp, got left in the mud
Hop out the V, then dump
If he said that he shine, I'm leaving him slumped
By that belt, ready to clutch
Rock different, showing no love
And my fives don't play one on ones
Hollow tips cremate him like the sun