Versuri 05. Metal Lungies

World premiere, world premiere 
 
What these clown niggaz hollerin'? 
What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore 
Put the ball down, we can't score" 
They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads 
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch 
 
Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck 
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now 
See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown 
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds 
 
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy 
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies 
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see 
Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies? 
 
See, y'all should've listened to her 
She knew her son had a big mouth 
An' someday, death would occur 
Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her seeds 
Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave 
 
Uh, oh, word up, this still 
What you talkin' 'bout, baby? 
Real kids spit that shit 
 
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah 
 
Me an' Starks clear projects parks 
With our '93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks 
Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me 
An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky 
 
I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky 
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces 
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces 
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey 
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey 
 
I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you live or die 
They happier than Marbury home 
Y'all niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me 
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet 
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet 
 
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore 
It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like 
 
Uh, oh, word up, this still 
What you talkin' 'bout, baby? 
Real kids spit that shit 
 
Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface 
I don't sell millions but I get millions 
From the fiends that smoke base 
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face 
Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out 
I can swear I won't get you no case 
 
I'ma make it look like you smoke base 
An' we don't leave no trace 
These rap niggaz swear that they so safe 
I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate 
My guns be in my hand, one in my palm 
An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face 
 
With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer 
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit 
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip 
Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick 
 
Fuck the industry of [Incomprehensible] 
Shut down the store, bust my shit 
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks 
An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what? 
 
Uh, oh, word up, this still 
What you talkin' 'bout, baby? 
Real kids spit that shit