Comethazine - Riddle lyrics

Grow up, nigga (yeah, we with it nigga)
(yeah, we did it nigga, we the
Ones who shot at you, and slid by)
(We with it nigga) bitch, yeah

Let's get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole
But we can fist fight
We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you
And slid by we with it nigga
We don't do the joke and tell the
Opps that they can get it nigga
Creep up on him, blacked out
He won't know what hit him
Bitch I told you, we don't back down
Knew we had to get him (yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out
It sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep
Someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MAC's out
It sing his ass a riddle

I don't got no time for yo' ass
You ain't my type
Big thighs, big tit's, big ass
That's what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas
Story of my life
I remember them days out on that block
I had to get right
Setting up shop hand full of crack
Rock I ball my fist tight
This 10 inch, this very long stick
That's what your bitch like
A bitch nigga, a man who act like hoe
That's what I dislike a wig splitter
The ammo in this pole that take a bitch life

Let's get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole
But we can fist fight
We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you
And slid by we with it nigga
We don't do the joke and tell the
Opps that they can get it nigga
Creep up on him, blacked out
He won't know what hit him
Bitch I told you, we don't back down
Knew we had to get him (yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out
It sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep
Someone pass his ass a pillow (yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out
It sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep
Someone pass his ass a pillow (yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out
It sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep
Someone pass his ass a pillow (yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out
It sing his ass a riddle