Blu, Oh No, Donel Smokes - Stalkers lyrics
[Blu, Oh No, Donel Smokes - Stalkers lyrics]
Peep, listen
The sky cloudy, is it me or the cheeba?
What's this nigga vibe? Ugly, a no-brainer
No breather where I'm from
It don't take shine to recognize the sun
I let 'em slide
Shot in the ride when he flashed the gun
And that's a no no
Don't show it if you ain't gon' shoot it
A fake thug to these streets
I see he's newly recruited young and stupid
My homie lost his life doin' the same thang
Rules from the hood whether
Or not you gangbang you dig?
Uh, and I know because I know 'em
Niggas used to run with young kids
Stealin' clothin'
Now we in the open, got 'em in the scope
But, I'm not tryna pop
I'm tryna knock his mouth open
Niggas talkin' so much shit already
Nigga sold all my jewels and
He counted all the fetti
What a slick motherfucker, can't be fake
Get touched up if I shoot 'em in the foot
You down to tape him up? Yo, what?
You know me, I'm with the business
One scene, final cut
Well I'd rather kill him after we
Could actually fuck him up
Fuckin' bastard out here thinkin' he could
Come up on my what?
Don't trip, I got the blip no glory, no guts
Aight, cool, everybody got the tools
And I know it's two dudes in a
House so we should be cool
Wait, wait, wait, I don't mean to be cruel
I'm just tryna teach the fool
Learn him a lesson so neither
One of us gotta lose
I don't give a fuck, homie, pull a gun on me
Better kill me, and that's on
Me, that nigga killed, b
Scopin' on me the whole time at the party
I thought he was a faggot
Four-fives gon' let 'em have it
The homies finna ambush as soon
As he pass the bush push him in the crib
Shoot him in the hip with the clip
Get the tape, get the cake, nigga
Don't forget the cake not to mention
Ask the nigga for the safe
Then unlock the safe
Okay, okay, word, word, word
Now one was already done
Let's divvy up the funds break bread
Necessary heads and homies on the run
Two mill' plus X amount of everything illegal
Let another nigga trip, shit
I'm waitin' for the sequel
The sky cloudy, is it me or the cheeba?
What's this nigga vibe? Ugly, a no-brainer
No breather where I'm from
It don't take shine to recognize the sun
I let 'em slide
Shot in the ride when he flashed the gun
And that's a no no
Don't show it if you ain't gon' shoot it
A fake thug to these streets
I see he's newly recruited young and stupid
My homie lost his life doin' the same thang
Rules from the hood whether
Or not you gangbang you dig?
Uh, and I know because I know 'em
Niggas used to run with young kids
Stealin' clothin'
Now we in the open, got 'em in the scope
But, I'm not tryna pop
I'm tryna knock his mouth open
Niggas talkin' so much shit already
Nigga sold all my jewels and
He counted all the fetti
What a slick motherfucker, can't be fake
Get touched up if I shoot 'em in the foot
You down to tape him up? Yo, what?
You know me, I'm with the business
One scene, final cut
Well I'd rather kill him after we
Could actually fuck him up
Fuckin' bastard out here thinkin' he could
Come up on my what?
Don't trip, I got the blip no glory, no guts
Aight, cool, everybody got the tools
And I know it's two dudes in a
House so we should be cool
Wait, wait, wait, I don't mean to be cruel
I'm just tryna teach the fool
Learn him a lesson so neither
One of us gotta lose
I don't give a fuck, homie, pull a gun on me
Better kill me, and that's on
Me, that nigga killed, b
Scopin' on me the whole time at the party
I thought he was a faggot
Four-fives gon' let 'em have it
The homies finna ambush as soon
As he pass the bush push him in the crib
Shoot him in the hip with the clip
Get the tape, get the cake, nigga
Don't forget the cake not to mention
Ask the nigga for the safe
Then unlock the safe
Okay, okay, word, word, word
Now one was already done
Let's divvy up the funds break bread
Necessary heads and homies on the run
Two mill' plus X amount of everything illegal
Let another nigga trip, shit
I'm waitin' for the sequel