Ab-Soul - 100 Yard Dash lyrics

Everybody get the fuck down now
Soul in the building
Yeah, we taking everything
Everything you got

Hit the deck I need everything you possess
I suggest you cooperate for this tech
Send you to the doctor to operate
You complicate my scheme to get rich
I'll put this heat to your T
Let it steam a little bit
Look, when the chips get low
My fifth just blow
Anything that I could pawn, come about that
Dog it's money to be made and if
You got it I'm taking it
Just run it like a Jamaican
And shut the fuck up, nigga

And that might leave more than a rash
I'm coming for your ass
Please hand me the cash
Cause when I'm down on my last
I gotta re-up fast point me to your stash
Don't make me say it again
Before I lay you with
Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them
Frankly I'm a menace
In fact I'm ready to blast
So whatever you got, run it
Like a 100 yard dash

Coming for you
Don't let me catch you slipping in
That pretty whip you dip in
You would get pulled out
Like my dick in these women
When I'm finna bust, don't test my clout
Your execution is a must, no doubt
For the longest niggas been taking
My kindness for weakness
But this trigger is killing me and
I'm just dying to squeeze it fire for hire
Don't let your murder transpire
Thinking you will live forever
Like a fucking vampire
I arose from the dark to
Claim everything you own
And there's nothing between us but
Opportunity and this chrome
It don't take a genius to know I mean this
So ante up before I load the cannon up and
Blow your ass to Canada nigga

I'm wild with it
Pistol whip whoever's in the house with it
Call the cops, tell 'em like a date
I'm going out with it
Give me the goods, give me the hand me downs
Tell your wife to pull her panties down
I need those too, what you gon' do?
Don't jeopardize your life
For the nigga hard body made of cement
Plus I'm loaded like this clip
Off of the Seagrams
Lay you on the floor like granite
Granted your granny watching
I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em
Better believe it, my head's sort of off
Shit i would have robbed Jesus for the
Cross if I caught him slipping
God forgive him for this long arm like Pippen
The cars honk but times is hard
Hard and I gotta eat
Give me the watch, the Sean-John
Even your sneaks give me your socks, your
Drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes
Give me your stocks, your bonds, your blunts
Your bongs
Your food in the fridge, your iPod
Your celly you say I'm wrong but I'm deadly
That's dead wrong so I'm heavy
Like Chris Wallace, regardless
You're getting stuck up, pussy
Like a tampon with a handgun, push me
But I ain't on the swings
I got this infrared beam and
It wouldn't miss a thing bow!

Chyea! Rose i got you nigga
I want everything i want the jewels, the
Watches, the bling bling, all that shit
All y'all little niggas getting
Your chains robbed i'm on you
I'm just playing y'all
I wouldn't hurt a fly came out dope though
Carson arsonist yeah, it's funny that you
Say Carson-Carson arsonist
That's where you're from right? Carson?
Yes, yes sir
Where is that exactly? If I looked on a map
Where would I be lookin'?
Carson is right in between
Compton and Long Beach
Shout out to Carson, Del Amo
That's where I'm from though, dA