Baby Stone Gorillas - Blitz lyrics

Look, if we catch 'em, we gon'
Kill 'em, hit his dome
We gotta do 'em right
Yeah, we still trooped up with big
Poles like the Navy too
EKilla, 5Much'll run 'em down
That's like my sandbox
We came from the traffic bussin' Masis
Eatin' lamb chops this pole in my jeans got
More shots than a bartender
Hard-hitter, two more Ks
That's how they going out
I was taught to blitz a nigga fast
That's how he going out
He tried to act quick and run up
I'll put a hole in him

I ain't wanna fuck
That's yo' bitch? I put my leg in it
It's not a coffee cup
It some soda with some mans in it
I'm the nigga in my set
Do you know that too?
You had some old ass drink, it was overdue
He met his mans in the grave
We put him under too
When I ain't got no Percs
I'm poppin' Addys as a substitute
Spin they block and spin they block again
They gon' shell shock opp tried to wrestle
What's a chopper to a headlock?

We was in the bounty runnin' face, nigga
On cellblock he tried to make a right
He made a left and got his head shot
I could cook it up and bust it
Down all in them same spot
Gotta watch the time, he lost his life
He on the same clock
I'm mixing my designer with my Louis
Look like a raindrop
I am nothing like your nigga
We are not up in the same pot
Mixing my designer with my Louis
Look like a raindrop
I am nothing like your nigga
We are not up in the same pot

I can't wait to buy a mansion in the
Hills and put the gang up in it
Top rank and runnin' with some demons
You can't hang with us
Bounce out, watch me walk 'em down, yeah
We gon' flame it up i hit him with all ten
Watch me turn his ass to angel dust
I'm still in the field with
My niggas ten toes
You wasn't there when we was
Thuggin' up in that cold
We was spot to spot
I'm tryna make it off the block
You wasn't there in the field when
We was bendin' niggas' blocks

Man, first off I'm hella dangerous
Don't play with me (Don't play with me)
Big crib by myself, but can't stay with me
Nah
Hang a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout to slavery
(No) i got whole things for the go
But this ain't no bakery
(This ain't no bakery)
Fuck you mean? I came from nothing
So everything I talk is paper
(I'm talkin' cheese) don't do no handouts
I got tired of doing people favors
(Fuck that)
Man, second rule to getting money
Gotta stack for later (Stack for later)
Stuffin' good weed up in this Grabba
Always smokin' flavors (yeah)