Slippin'

歌詞

(MJG) I'm sick of, here come the niggas with blue steel Maybe them niggas don't let you slide, maybe they will I'm sending back slugs to niggas that wanna creep The killer tried taking me thinking I was asleep MJ, don't give a fuck what they say You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day Ain't no motherfucker takin' the shit I worked fo' See that's the reason niggas get killed and hurt though Occupation is none, that nigga wanna get a gun Run up and try to get me lay down and get done Weak bitch, I ain't got no time for cheap tricks I'm looking through ya shit, I'm able to peep quick Don't say that, dribble the niggas that try to fade me First fucking possible chance they wanna blaze me Niggas who real and wanna continue living Put a cap in they ass if they try to catch you slippin' (Hook) They want ya money They caught ya slippin' baby They're gonna take it away from you, it's true They saw ya coming They got ya running and Pulled out they're weapons, what are you gonna do (SKIT: Woman setting up man for a jack) Damn baby it's raining harder than a motherfucker Hurry up and open the door (Door unlocks and open) Alright baby just don't slip (Door closes) Shit, ooh it's wetter than a motherfucker, where's ya restroom First door to the right We still on for tonight baby Yeah baby we still on Oh damn baby, this is a beautiful home you have baby Thank you baby, let me go get some music on (Door opens, music begins playing) Come on out of the closet baby, he's in the restroom (Door opens, *pee hitting water*) Ahh, shit, I'ma beat the shit out this pussy tonight (Gunshot and crash) OH SHIT!, nigga fuck you, fuck (Hit) Give me that motherfucking piece you got on nigga Oh shit it ain't even gotta be like this brotha, fuck that shit Nigga I want the motherfucking Rolex Nigga I want the motherfucking Nikes you got on, ho Ah shit, nigga fuck this bitch you fucking with ho Nigga give me, nigga give me what ya got (Verse 2) I beat em' like they daddy never did The same punk who took it too far when we was kids The knife got stuck in his back, slick move You robbed another brother so what did the shit prove You breaking down killers in bushes when they be hiding They make a sound, one hundred rounds, I'm landing five In they chest plates, staying at home It would've been a niggas best place Shame to find they in a hurry for a death day Stopping the heart of any attacker Got his bitch wanna ride with me, don't have to ask her Bringing action to the field whenever you niggas ready When you hear the rubber burn, I'm hanging up out the Chevy With a straight aim, nigga I blew em' up out the frame Street tops scattered with tricks with false game You can't pull me off of my toes, I'm still tippy Now play with ya life, than try to catch a nigga slippin' (Hook x2)