F.T., Fat Joe, Nature - Metal Thangz 2 lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[F.T., Fat Joe, Nature - Metal Thangz 2 lyrics]
Now whats a shot with no ring in it?
Glock with no spring in it?
With no kickback nigga no sense bringing it
Men In Black type shit
Bigger then you think it is
Two niggas to hold it trigger
Ten finger shit
The scene's more similar to Private
Ryan then the hood
And any time in the day, it's in the hood
If it ain't on stock we try to order it
We pay off top
A nigga straight from the block
Come to your door with it like, knock knock
"Who's that?" "New gun, yo move back"
We kill, guns don't, think hard, true fact
I hit a nigga up
It's like connecting the dots
Starting off at the leg and
Ending next to the watch
I try to start at the top
And finish off at the feet until he bleeding
He running but he coughin and weak
And he can talk a little bit
But when he fallin asleep
It's another nigga off the streets
Cause of metal thangs
Yo when you hear this shit
I bet your head'll swing (why?)
Cause it's a ghetto thing
When we pack metal thangs
Just to settle thangs
Fuc That, designing a plan
With a nine in my hand
Cause when I test niggas
I give 'em the final exam
Fuc That I go to court and
Get high on the stand and have the bitch ass
Judge like "I understand"
You live the life of a clown
That's married to jokes
I'm a nigga that do drugs
And puff various smoke pull a burner out on
Herbs and hilarious folks
Y'all niggas should call me 'Butter'
How i carry the toast
I'ma show you somethin' you
Gon' regret you seen mess with me
I'll let bullets caress your spleen
Wet your team even though I'm a sex machine
F still got aim like a ex marine
I cook with the chrome
Go to bed with the mac deadin' you cats
Leave lead in your head and ya back
Niggas better walk around and
Start spreadin the facts
I got guns that'll reach you, wherever you at
Incredible gats, you don't wanna owe me trap
Especially if I'm with Nature or Joey Crack
You can still get shot even though we rap
You we strapped
The mo' heat, the mo' we pack
I been in this game for years
It ain't done shit for me
But switch stories of niggas tryin
To get rich off me they wanna snitch on me
Lock me away it's shocking to say
It be my own tryna box me in cage
Copy the ways study the style
It's funny as hell
These the same niggas that's
Supposed to be wild whenever in doubt
Look to the cloud pun is there
TS'll harbor the pain but don't nobody care
We the realest clique to come
In this rap shit
But then again how did you discover that
When you given the facts backwards?
What other rapper you know
Sport a mill in the grill step on the block
And niggas still run for the hills
I spit lyrics that's real in all factual
Shorty don't act a fool
Cause surely the law'll come after you dudes
Wanna talk gun play I mastered that
No remorse for blastin' cats
I'm from the Bronx where we have to clap
Glock with no spring in it?
With no kickback nigga no sense bringing it
Men In Black type shit
Bigger then you think it is
Two niggas to hold it trigger
Ten finger shit
The scene's more similar to Private
Ryan then the hood
And any time in the day, it's in the hood
If it ain't on stock we try to order it
We pay off top
A nigga straight from the block
Come to your door with it like, knock knock
"Who's that?" "New gun, yo move back"
We kill, guns don't, think hard, true fact
I hit a nigga up
It's like connecting the dots
Starting off at the leg and
Ending next to the watch
I try to start at the top
And finish off at the feet until he bleeding
He running but he coughin and weak
And he can talk a little bit
But when he fallin asleep
It's another nigga off the streets
Cause of metal thangs
Yo when you hear this shit
I bet your head'll swing (why?)
Cause it's a ghetto thing
When we pack metal thangs
Just to settle thangs
Fuc That, designing a plan
With a nine in my hand
Cause when I test niggas
I give 'em the final exam
Fuc That I go to court and
Get high on the stand and have the bitch ass
Judge like "I understand"
You live the life of a clown
That's married to jokes
I'm a nigga that do drugs
And puff various smoke pull a burner out on
Herbs and hilarious folks
Y'all niggas should call me 'Butter'
How i carry the toast
I'ma show you somethin' you
Gon' regret you seen mess with me
I'll let bullets caress your spleen
Wet your team even though I'm a sex machine
F still got aim like a ex marine
I cook with the chrome
Go to bed with the mac deadin' you cats
Leave lead in your head and ya back
Niggas better walk around and
Start spreadin the facts
I got guns that'll reach you, wherever you at
Incredible gats, you don't wanna owe me trap
Especially if I'm with Nature or Joey Crack
You can still get shot even though we rap
You we strapped
The mo' heat, the mo' we pack
I been in this game for years
It ain't done shit for me
But switch stories of niggas tryin
To get rich off me they wanna snitch on me
Lock me away it's shocking to say
It be my own tryna box me in cage
Copy the ways study the style
It's funny as hell
These the same niggas that's
Supposed to be wild whenever in doubt
Look to the cloud pun is there
TS'll harbor the pain but don't nobody care
We the realest clique to come
In this rap shit
But then again how did you discover that
When you given the facts backwards?
What other rapper you know
Sport a mill in the grill step on the block
And niggas still run for the hills
I spit lyrics that's real in all factual
Shorty don't act a fool
Cause surely the law'll come after you dudes
Wanna talk gun play I mastered that
No remorse for blastin' cats
I'm from the Bronx where we have to clap