Air 'Em Out
(专辑: Institutionalized - 2005)
Jea! Re-Up! A
J-Classic classic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo I'm about to air these niggas out one time Yo yo, ain't no nigga like the
one right here Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear G-Star jeans, gun right near And the
homey X
just fucked Usher's bitch like "Yeah!" Dawg I'mma spit the
hottest shit Fuck a
dentist, eat a
fire department and proctologists Ras Kass, King of the
West, acknowledge this And get a
piece of the
rock like meteorogologists What Dame Dash and hapha is 645 Coupe the
same color Chewbacca is And you's a
nigga everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks That clown at the
bar buying hot bitches drinks And she's passing them to me What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten killers deep Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink Candy painting was off, dog we flooding the
streets I
Will Not Lose I
(Re-Up about that fetti) Will (Load up your Glocks, get ready) Not Lose (haha... jea jea jea!) Hood niggas if your arms up, bear it out Niggas ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out! If your whip on chrome, what you caring 'bout? Drop the
top, do a
buck 10, dawg, air 'em out! Who spit flame, nigga never doubts? No problem, it's nothing, I'mma air 'em out East, West, up North to the
Dirty South (air 'em out) I'mma (air 'em out), I'mma (air 'em out) Yo I
keep shit off the
chain Like broken clasp, medallions falling off And ya'll niggas hoping Ras go play on the
freeway But I'm that agent in the
Matrix: Reloaded Jumping out moving cars, smashing your hoods for the
keys, man And not the
ones that open doors Por fa vor, I'm talking ki, mayne Silencer on the
SPK, fuck BDS them fucking MTV VJ's R&B singers, new found fact Got a 9
inch dick, tell your bitch to SoundScan that! And my Down South cats be like "What it do?" Cause my little cousin's being Memphis classic blue And niggas still ga-not ga-knowing as Gary ga-Knew [?] Plus I'm more Chris Real so long with Big Punished brew Downstairs in Jimmy's Cafe, album released Young nigga in the
belly, but now I'm a
beast And it's like Sin City, every town holding heat So I'm like the
yellow nigga, kid it's foul when I
speak And my baby moms said I
need to cut down on my cheating Started fucking midgets, kept creeping You ain't gotta tell me, I
know you feeling this shit I
hear what I'm saying I
know I'm killing this shit, nigga Hood niggas if your arms up, bear it out Niggas ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out! If your whip on chrome, what you caring 'bout? Drop the
top, do a
buck 10, dawg, air 'em out! Who spit flame, nigga never doubts? No problem, it's nothing, I'mma air 'em out East, West, up North to the
Dirty South (air 'em out) I'mma (air 'em out), I'mma (air 'em out) Sometimes it all seems fucked up though Rest in peace, cause what's mixtapes without Justo? Sip the' Grey Goose, thinking about that ride on the
Gray Goose Ankles chained, heading to Beirut Crucified next to some nigga named Jesus Died ressurected, busting blue, still trey-deuced So ya'll niggas better respectognize shits real When my mixtape's hotter than every album this year I
Will Not Lose I
(Re-Up about that fetti) Will (Load up your Glocks, get ready) Not Lose (haha... jea jea jea!) Hood niggas if your arms up, bear it out Niggas ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out! If your whip on chrome, what you caring 'bout? Drop the
top, do a
buck 10, dawg, air 'em out! Who spit flame, nigga never doubts? No problem, it's nothing, I'mma air 'em out East, West, up North to the
Dirty South (air 'em out) I'mma (air 'em out), I'mma (air 'em out)