2nd II None - Punk Mutha Fuckaz lyrics
[2nd II None - Punk Mutha Fuckaz lyrics]
Yeah, this is dedicated to the homies
To the niggas that didn’t get a
Chance to see this album
That’s laying six feet deep…still
Rollin’ on a creep looking up in the sky
You know what I’m sayin’
Another nigga dead but man, from what?
Because he went out his way to
See a bitch ass slut he didn’t know that she
Was the neighborhood hoe
I guess the bitch got a kick
For settin’ up the dulo
The brotha that got killed was
Very close to me me and K and many others
Went to school with G
He rolled a Glasshouse, plushed out on laces
I remember back, we used to roll many places
‘Til one night
He went to roll and get his dick wet
I still remember ‘cause I never forget
The next day, on my way to the schoolhouse
Runnin’ late i seen my nigga standin’ out
Crying at the gate i said
"What’s wrong?" ‘cause my nigga
Didn’t look right
("Man, Albert Woods got killed last night")
I felt hurt, wanna do dirt for my nigga, yet
My brother
‘Cause he got killed by a punk muthafucka
I see muthafuckas don’t wanna go
Head up no more niggas wanna use gats
(Punk ass bitch ass muthafucka)
I wish we could go back to the
Old school when niggas go head up
Really I do, really I do
Really I do…check this out
Can’t forget about a true
Nigga, the only player, the bitch hog
I’m calling on Ronnie Baylor aka Dog
Now he went out on the dot of a cluck
Who was just paid up by the
Fool who couldn’t run up
Shouts in the hood said he
Switched to the other side
True homies know where his heart lied
It’s a fact of his family
Not a P stone or a Crip
He had to move to check hisself a grip
But now back in his hood
A little fool got jacked
Blamed it on Baylor but didn’t
Wanna hold the gat so for his dirty work
He straight played a cluck head
(POW POW) To the brain and
Baylor wound up dead
And for the niggas that’s supposed
To be true homies, yo
Couldn’t make it to the funeral
Bullshit you thought he switched
That was junk true homies never turn
Except punk muthafuckas
Yeah, y’all know what I’m talking about
All y’all punk muthafuckas
Down and out on your homies, you know
Fuck all y’all
If you ain’t true from the beginning
Stay the fuck out the game
Rest in peace, all homies
To the niggas that didn’t get a
Chance to see this album
That’s laying six feet deep…still
Rollin’ on a creep looking up in the sky
You know what I’m sayin’
Another nigga dead but man, from what?
Because he went out his way to
See a bitch ass slut he didn’t know that she
Was the neighborhood hoe
I guess the bitch got a kick
For settin’ up the dulo
The brotha that got killed was
Very close to me me and K and many others
Went to school with G
He rolled a Glasshouse, plushed out on laces
I remember back, we used to roll many places
‘Til one night
He went to roll and get his dick wet
I still remember ‘cause I never forget
The next day, on my way to the schoolhouse
Runnin’ late i seen my nigga standin’ out
Crying at the gate i said
"What’s wrong?" ‘cause my nigga
Didn’t look right
("Man, Albert Woods got killed last night")
I felt hurt, wanna do dirt for my nigga, yet
My brother
‘Cause he got killed by a punk muthafucka
I see muthafuckas don’t wanna go
Head up no more niggas wanna use gats
(Punk ass bitch ass muthafucka)
I wish we could go back to the
Old school when niggas go head up
Really I do, really I do
Really I do…check this out
Can’t forget about a true
Nigga, the only player, the bitch hog
I’m calling on Ronnie Baylor aka Dog
Now he went out on the dot of a cluck
Who was just paid up by the
Fool who couldn’t run up
Shouts in the hood said he
Switched to the other side
True homies know where his heart lied
It’s a fact of his family
Not a P stone or a Crip
He had to move to check hisself a grip
But now back in his hood
A little fool got jacked
Blamed it on Baylor but didn’t
Wanna hold the gat so for his dirty work
He straight played a cluck head
(POW POW) To the brain and
Baylor wound up dead
And for the niggas that’s supposed
To be true homies, yo
Couldn’t make it to the funeral
Bullshit you thought he switched
That was junk true homies never turn
Except punk muthafuckas
Yeah, y’all know what I’m talking about
All y’all punk muthafuckas
Down and out on your homies, you know
Fuck all y’all
If you ain’t true from the beginning
Stay the fuck out the game
Rest in peace, all homies