100 Bars & Gunnin - Ramirez

strap that nigga

From the M.O.B., run this shit down like

From the M.O.B., run this shit down like

Bitch, I’m on a mission, my destination the grave

Aim my chopper to your head, then I take off your toupée

Mobbin' four deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin'

Had a conversation with the devil, told me, «Get to rippin'»

It’s the Grey*59, throw your six up in the air

Darkness fallin' from above, step across and, bitch, beware

I’d rather die from my feet than to live up on my knees

True soldier from the trenches, trappin' out the seven seas

Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back

Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack

This shit is kickin' in and I just don’t know how to act

My remembrance is enough, 'bout to pull a hijack

Crash a plane inside of the buildin', now watch the bodies burn

As the world turns, police sirens comin' but I’m not concerned

Suicidal, lay my ashes inside of a gold urn

Shootin' at these bustas so you know murder is what I yearn

Get a call, it from my uncle, tell me, «Nephew, what you doin'?

Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up the chewin'»

Ball 'til the day I fall, hundred gold spokes when I crawl

Keep my back along the wall, watch another pussy fall

Mind fucked up, keep the toolie like I’m Bobby, mane

In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain

'Til you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay

Run up, bitch you don’t wanna

I keep my gun up 'til the sun up, creep on the come up

I push this gat into your stomach, bitch, I’m the gunner

You think you ballin', you no stunna 'cause I’m a hunter

This is a stick-up, lay it down when I come around, a mask over my face

Buckin' at the window, drive-by, bitches give me space

I don’t need to talk to nobody 'cause all you suckas fake

Bitch, you mad about the fact that your music don’t make plays

Sellin' reposts, you’s a ho, I need ten to spit a flow

Twenty bands up at your show, Gorilla comin' out the sko

Brown paper bagged up, St. Ides sippin'

Like I said in the beginning, I’m a killa on a mission

Better back the fuck up 'cause shit’s about to get real

Call upon the fucking devil so him and I cut a deal

Searchin' for another meal, could give a fuck how you feel

Bitch, you fuckin' with the wrong one, I’m 'bout to make you squeal