Boldy James, Real Bad Man - 5 Mississippi lyrics

Ha ha hahaha where we at?
Jackson, LAX blockworks, let's get it

Sliding with a fifty
Van Dykin' with my sissy
Sippin' dirty Sprite
Pouring out the pint until I'm pissy
Count to five Mississippi, 30 parkin'
I'm outside with a stiffy
Shit, I might just go live with a bricky
Me and Five in that Bentley
With matching master pieces
Got me plottin' on the richy
Number five come with a fifty
Know these niggas wanna rob me
Wanna stick me mad at me 'cause all their
Bitches wanna slop me, wanna lick me
That'll be the day we
Hand out expiration dates
I hate it had to be that way
But be it as it may
You know it had to happen either way
Demon child
Lot of bad habit's and some evil trait's
Mini-Drac, fully-automatic
Let it eat his face

Them niggas' hoods you hiding in
You thought was safe?
You tell 'em everything else
Why you ain't tell 'em that
You caught a case?
Wish you'd seen the look in his
Eyes when he saw my face
Knowing that I know what's going on
That's what you call a snake
I gotta thank God for keep
Cuttin' me all these breaks
On my last strike
Ain't even got another law to break
Heard they caught him with the bag
And he talked to Jake
Now all these niggas get mad, wanna fight
Should've fought his case

These niggas super flawed
Me and DD moved the raw
Got Titi sniffing through a straw
Jackie bangin' needles, uncle Eddie
He was smackin' glass but he smoking proper
He so shy that he can't catch a drag
Half a slab
Bleed a nigga block just like a maxi pad
Action packed
Brodie cut shit down just like a battle axe
Nigga drop my name, he gettin' mowed
Run and title that
Caught two bricks of cocaine
Three bricks of blow, that's a travel pack
Used to work the grave shift
Boiling mayonnaise on me
All these band-aids on me
That's a first-aid kit
Niggas know we purge and we grave dig
Parking them sixes in a row like
A class of first grade kids

Them niggas' hoods you hiding in
You thought was safe?
You tell 'em everything else
Why you ain't tell 'em that
You caught a case?
Wish you'd seen the look in his
Eyes when he saw my face
Knowing that I know what's going on
That's what you call a snake
I gotta thank God for keep
Cuttin' me all these breaks
On my last strike
Ain't even got another law to break
Heard they caught him with the bag
And he talked to Jake
Now all these niggas get mad, wanna fight
Should've fought his case

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