E-40, A-1 - Mayhem lyrics
[E-40, A-1 - Mayhem lyrics]
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the
Streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas
Bullets stocking caps Ski masks
Loced out murder one classes
Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck Taylors
Permanent creased five oh-one jeans
Throw away his real ooze
Machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades
Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids
Labeled him sinner look out for that
Motherfucker he might rob ya
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang
Well it's your nigga Big Bonna niggas
Be creepin up on ya goin for the jugular
Niggas trying to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
Ohh what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin
The gottie got the whole town wonderin who
The fuck shot him
Lookin for the body, tell me what they found
His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town
Thinking about the set up
Trying to get my red up
Bout my cock this tech nine and
Get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do
Seem like we got the vas of these niggas
Caught cash and thought we was through
So fuck this old bat shit
I'll get the gat bitch
And probably blow your brains out
Looking to get my cap fit
Thinking they all acted up and
While I'm at yo ass
I'll probably put these fuckin
Slugs in yo ass
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
It's a cold piece of work out this way
Cause the way niggas are in the
Baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car
And try to take your face
Move up out the plan so I trust
No one take nothing for granted
? expanded double 0 chill hillside
Hillbilly like Jed Clampett
Dammit, us niggas is deep and
New improved like techs
Found out where he slept and
Laid his wave cap
Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad
That those biatches found our bills
Sit up at the roundtable and discuss
Jurisdictional boundaries and
Territory issues
By any means necessary
So in your chest I bury two buck shots
So who got six niggas next to carry
Off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see
And if you motherfuckers want some
Then 'tach on to me
You see these niggas can't flip
Doing things that sick (like what)
Cut off your damn dick
Make you eat your own shit
But, I love a little mayhem fuck it
We can do it don't let me get off that
Masso candy and some fluid
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Uh uh - A element of surprise
Gettin my gig on split yo house in half
With a dreadlock wig on
When you do ya hot ones, shoot low
Cause it's a reflection programmed
In the rolls til automatics hit the floor
Dump, bust, blast, barefaces
Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet
Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)
Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry
It's like military issues
Make you wish you never got in
Cause now I'm stalkin niggas like a bitch do
Can only ride so long with that
Fake shit I take shit to the limit with no
Gimmick in ninety-eight bitch
So fuck what you say, and fuck what you play
I down it straight and can't wait to
Hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
If I can't keep it real you can
Kill me so feel me cause
I bring things to the game for my scuzzie
We'll kick a niggas door in
Hit and lick you brags
Now you ridding in a fan
Pulled tight and gag
Then they pullin up out the Glad Bags
The hefty type
(But, you niggas ain't got no kind of idea
What a chopped up body looks like)
Then them niggas start to
Pull down your Levis
And bust you in the head with ruger P 85's
Call a mortician, call mark class
Somebody in this motherfucker bout
To come up missin, best believe
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the
Streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas
Bullets stocking caps Ski masks
Loced out murder one classes
Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck Taylors
Permanent creased five oh-one jeans
Throw away his real ooze
Machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades
Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids
Labeled him sinner look out for that
Motherfucker he might rob ya
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang
Well it's your nigga Big Bonna niggas
Be creepin up on ya goin for the jugular
Niggas trying to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
Ohh what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin
The gottie got the whole town wonderin who
The fuck shot him
Lookin for the body, tell me what they found
His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town
Thinking about the set up
Trying to get my red up
Bout my cock this tech nine and
Get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do
Seem like we got the vas of these niggas
Caught cash and thought we was through
So fuck this old bat shit
I'll get the gat bitch
And probably blow your brains out
Looking to get my cap fit
Thinking they all acted up and
While I'm at yo ass
I'll probably put these fuckin
Slugs in yo ass
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
It's a cold piece of work out this way
Cause the way niggas are in the
Baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car
And try to take your face
Move up out the plan so I trust
No one take nothing for granted
? expanded double 0 chill hillside
Hillbilly like Jed Clampett
Dammit, us niggas is deep and
New improved like techs
Found out where he slept and
Laid his wave cap
Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad
That those biatches found our bills
Sit up at the roundtable and discuss
Jurisdictional boundaries and
Territory issues
By any means necessary
So in your chest I bury two buck shots
So who got six niggas next to carry
Off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see
And if you motherfuckers want some
Then 'tach on to me
You see these niggas can't flip
Doing things that sick (like what)
Cut off your damn dick
Make you eat your own shit
But, I love a little mayhem fuck it
We can do it don't let me get off that
Masso candy and some fluid
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Uh uh - A element of surprise
Gettin my gig on split yo house in half
With a dreadlock wig on
When you do ya hot ones, shoot low
Cause it's a reflection programmed
In the rolls til automatics hit the floor
Dump, bust, blast, barefaces
Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet
Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)
Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry
It's like military issues
Make you wish you never got in
Cause now I'm stalkin niggas like a bitch do
Can only ride so long with that
Fake shit I take shit to the limit with no
Gimmick in ninety-eight bitch
So fuck what you say, and fuck what you play
I down it straight and can't wait to
Hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
If I can't keep it real you can
Kill me so feel me cause
I bring things to the game for my scuzzie
We'll kick a niggas door in
Hit and lick you brags
Now you ridding in a fan
Pulled tight and gag
Then they pullin up out the Glad Bags
The hefty type
(But, you niggas ain't got no kind of idea
What a chopped up body looks like)
Then them niggas start to
Pull down your Levis
And bust you in the head with ruger P 85's
Call a mortician, call mark class
Somebody in this motherfucker bout
To come up missin, best believe
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos
Bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets
(If you can't beat us, then join us)
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-1-sixteens
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout