Baby Bash, Jay Tee (Rapper), Merciless - Vamanos lyrics

Shoot me some work (Some work)
And I'm a shoot you some getback
So you can say
"Baby Bash, yeah, he did that"
That's on my buds
I always paid all my fronts and hell nah
I don't fuck with no scary punks
Cause loose lips ain't chips in the barrio
Sometime, the grind seem like a party though
On the turf on the block
In the cut, though block monsters
Don't give a fuck, bro and I don't even know
Who be workin' for the piggies
See, right now a day everybody turn snitchy
And they don't give a
Damn 'bout the reprocussions lost six homies
And about twelve cousins some from LA
And some from Bakersfield some from the Bay
And some from Mackaville
Damn skippy on the jiffy
Take it from a prophet
Stay on your toes when you
In the black market

VAMONOS!

When the cops hit your block, boy

VAMONOS!

When the heat, touch your street, boy

VAMONOS!

Hit the task, on your ass, boy

VAMONOS!

And we run so fast

We vida locas where my homies be screamin'
I see demons on
Concrete, servin' clucks, cause they fiendin'
I never leaving the pad without
Packing mi cuete willin' to die for my block
Let them cowards come get me
Plus real pandieros from all sides love it
Livin' this Merciless world
So I put it on my stomach
Pour out liquor for my homies who dead
But not forgotten california got
Palms trees and beaches
But it's still rotten
Police corrupt, so who should I trust?
Just me and some real motherfuckers
Who down to bust gangstas
Hustlers thugs and dealers
In the projects
Gotta stay grimey and pack heaters
Shoot the motherfucker cause the
FED's on the roof the type of shit
I been singin' since 1992
So vamonos, and blast him in the face
So vamonos, we already catchin' a case

I sell nickels, dime, gwhomps, shades
Halves and shoulders
Til me and all my partners
Sell nothin' but boulders
Every two days, I must recop
And bubble on the grind until I pop
I get the dope fiend money to pump my gas
It's five dollar bills when I wipe my ass
I just hit a lick for real big fedi
I need to get up out the game
But still, I ain't ready
I be hating how I'm livin'
I'm knowing it's wrong
I know I need to listen to
The name of the song but straightin' up
Just wouldn't be me
I might not be in the pen
But, I wouldn't be free
All I do is spit nothin' but reality
Jay Tee got that hustler mentality
I'm in the streets, if you need it, mayne
Just hit me watch what I do
When the police try to get me