City Morgue - Boof Pack lyrics

(yeah) i be on streets with the TEC
Leavin' shit wet
Point 40, never stress (Okay)
We be on streets with the MAC
Movin’ in packs
Keepin' that Glock in the trash (Wassup)
I be on streets with a check
Pokin' out chests
Point 40, never stress (Okay)
We be on the block never rest
Terminate pests
Point 40, never stress (yeah)
How you gon’ beef with a soldier?
How you gon' beef with a Cobra?
How you gon' look when we roll up? (Bang)
Watch a bitch fold up (Boom)
45, bitch it's City Morgue we take lives
In Jamaica, still got shottas
Ya' homie look pale who shot ya? Me nigga

(Mula)
Pussy ass nigga what you really mad about?
(Bitch)
SosMula bring the whole fuckin' bag out
(Racks) black car when we cash out (Psyche)
Broke ass nigga still on a half ounce
I'ma fuck your main bitch 'til she pass out
(Slide)
I’ma fuck your main bitch with her ass out
(Slide) niggas say they livin’ what
They really rap about (Fuck outta here)
Fuck this rap shit
I'm still in the crack house
Fiends come and go, try to haul me back out
(Work) givin’ 50's and them hundreds and
Them 30 packs out (Work)
Get them 4's by the
Deuce like Jerry Stackhouse
Fuck my parole, I'm on the early, Macs out
Bodies on the stick, bring the dirty MACs out
(Rrah)
Fuck around, let the whole 30 blast out
(Rrah)
Bodies on the stick, bring the 30 MACs out
(Blaow)
Fuck around, let the whole 30 blast out
(Blaow)