Doe Boy - GRIM REAPER (feat. Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone) lyrics

Yeah, niggas already know what the
Fuck goin' on with me, man
Big Doe Beezy checkin' in
Niggas know who run the fuckin' city, nigga
(Knowles Ave)
Fuck nigga, I am Cleveland, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
Dig what the fuck I'm sayin', man?
Fuck the opps, they don't want no smoke
(Oh, really?) oh

East Cleveland, that's where I reside
(Knowles Ave)
I slide through the Clair, bitch
I'm good on the 5 (Boy)
Okay if I ride with my nine
If I see an opp, hope his shoes tied tight
Fuck boy better run for his life
Yeah, the opps say I'm pussy
But know how I get dough (Doe Beezy)
Went from a thirty-eight, now I tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens
(Think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man
I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous, yeah
I'm not no rapper, bitch
I put my gun in faces
He put his pen in statements (Slime)
Broad day, lil' baby (Slatt)
Put him to sleep, yeah
We rock that lil' baby (Rock him)
You better not talk to me crazy
Aim it, blazin' soon as I raise it
Like ain't it? (Oh, really?)
All of these fifties, we pull up today, shit
We might be here the next week (Rrr)
He tried to step on me
He must got two left feet (Fool)
Amiri my head to my toes
Designer my feet when I'm kickin' in doors
(Doe Beezy) skeleton AP
Try and the chop gon' sing like Rome
(Think I'm playin'?)

Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em and I drop 'em
I bleed niggas with no problem
Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em when I drop 'em
I bleed niggas with no problem
Ayy, they don't really want this smoke
This ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy

Double Glock to the nine-nine
Little niggas shootin', walkin' up
And even drive-bys, die, die
Anybody got that 'balming fluid
We get the graveside
Take it from the body in the daylight
Little niggas and the dope fiends
And they all fiends
And that old lean and that codeine
A little coke clean, a bust
Down and the weed, it's so green
Put money in the land
My killers need groceries
Still spendin' that old cheese
Real niggas at the crossroads
I got lost souls in the
Mouth of my old breeze
Too fast for the gun, this fourth speed
I got more speed, nigga, that's morphine
I got four walls
Look like a nigga need quarantine
Pop the monster, the taurine
And I'm touring and a nigga still streaming
The Glock still beaming, Sprite still leaning
And when you come to the land
Bring your whole motherfuckin' team in
'Cause nigga, buck-buck
You get stuck up and get
Fucked up 'cause that's Cleveland
A Doe Boy, Bizzy Bone with
The flow, boy, yeah, a nigga grim reaping
Nigga, buck-buck, you get stuck up and get
Fucked up 'cause that's Cleveland
A nigga Doe Boy, a Bizzy Bone, boy
Got the four, boy, I'm grim reaping, reaping

Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em and I drop 'em
I bleed niggas with no problem
Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em when I drop 'em
I bleed niggas with no problem
Ayy, they don't really want this smoke
This ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't
The kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
(Oh, really?)

These crimes include kidnapping, robbery
Aggravated assault, murder, and more
The police have been watching him
And his rumored gang RBMG
Very close since being released
From prison in 2016
He was last seen at East Cleveland on Knowles
Street with over sixty suspected gang members