Enigma
(专辑: Carbon Monoxide - 2019)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Oh, shit Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm hunting wabbits I'ma let my nuts hang, nigga In these tight pants until the
buck spray Or with a
12 gauge, I
don't give a
fuck Nigga, fuck them Anybody, everybody with a
bottle No lie, without my army, I
ain't sorry Little nigga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg Man the
gun so big it'll blow a
nigga brain into crosswords Little niggy had to run swerve It's that's soft shores 'cause the
God damn Converse Chicken dipping like it's tossed served But those lost words be the
same but I
saw worse I
had the
sauce first I
let it thaw thristing at y'al' Never get an egotistical without a
flaw Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards Dripping, I
ain't tripping, got a
couple of 'em, dawg Listen to me, pimping, this is Cleveland, nigga We get even, nigga, don't be afraid of Steven I'll let big boy hit you with a
cig, boy I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathing An enigma And that culture need 'em And I'm all the
reason I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a
nigga gonna often need 'em When I
all see 'em running like a
mile a
millimeter But I
am a
good leader I
give you another banger I
give you another heater Remember me, mother fucker The
gun on the
album cover I'm one of the
tower brothers The
50 in Power brother The
Michael of our brother The
cyclical nature that circles all around the
brothers It wouldn't touch a
nigga money, got the
salary, brother Micky and Mallory, brother I
got that cal on me, brother With out no title you mother fuckers I'm about to pull the
musket out And let it off in this mother fucker Watch your mouth, you niggas soft in this mother fucker Bet the
industry just tossed you out You all slaves on the
label, little God damn cock suckers Y'all living off show money Get paid every first of the
month, now that's mo' money It'll be from the
grave at the
crossroads When I
look at my sons say, "That's your money" Murda, murda, murda, I
am general You little niggas sure ain't sweet These niggas think we never running, I'm on TMZ And I'm a
free emcee I
got love for the
young bouls But that's me Little Lay in the
building chasing around little children My niggas son I
can't front but I'm chilling My artillery is steady, get heavy mother fucking place that I'ma go so I
be ready Po-po been already here Run out the
back with the
peer Hopefully they will not follow me or I
will pull out my pistol and pew-pew PM is all in my DM Bitch, I'ma call when I
see 'em Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you being Niggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah Rippy to yams And all of my people that roll with the
Bone When I'm coming to give what we stand, uh Po-po benn already here Run out the
back with the
peer Hopefully they will not follow me or I
will pull out my pistol and pew-pew Listen to me, pimping, this is Cleveland, nigga We get even, nigga Don't be afraid of Steven I
let big boy hit you with a
sig boy I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathing An enigma And that culture need 'em And I'm all the
reason I'ma load my nina 'Cause it looks like a
nigga gonna often need 'em When I
all see 'em running like a
mile a
millimeter