Gangrene, Havoc, Sean Price - Sheet Music lyrics

930-33rd gangrene

They say the boy is old school
WWF, I will smack a fucking chair
Into that little ass chest
You out of breath, that means you in
Need of some rest, have a seat, literal
I'm yelling to the crowd and they
Yelling to get rid of you
And I don't need the cage or the rings
I'm from the game that goes
Bang in your dreams
So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
So I can see what you thought on the sheets
I call it sheet music
Like the counting the sheep moving
The sleep movement they seep into it, I see
What you doing, you're sick
I see through it
Like a live leak to a filming
From a local's phone
I choke ya focus, Gone like hocus pocus
A locust swarm
The only way you hearing a buzz
Over the music that they play in the clubs
Sending the thugs baby, show me some love
I see the haters, they ain't fucking with us
(They ain't fucking with us)
Never that, I'm better at it, you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted
The full advantage i'm laughing at it
Trying to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker
Night night motherfucker

Smoke blunts, you know the black is potent
Don't front, you know I got cha open
At lunch with the snakes and pigeons
Front, get punched in your face for living
Listen, I beam ya wig, your scene is riddled
My dreams is big, my crib is little
Living in the Ville is risky
Niggas green with envy but I'm Bill Bixby
Mr mcGee don't get me angry
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Listen, P, new Lou Ferrigno
Big bullets that shoot through
You and your kinfolks ruck from Heltah
9 clapped, spine tapped and fuck your felt up
Snuff to the wack boy
Biggest nigga in my group Buff
From the Fat Boys, p!

Never that, I'm better at it, you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted
The full advantage i'm laughing at it
Trying to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker
Night night motherfucker

I'm crumbling the dope, two G's in a bucket
Big bundle for the rope
Twenty G's for the nugget
Doing slaloms in the slope
My machinery's rugged
You pussy with a shit stain, bikini is muddy
Break levee when I rain to the vicinity
Flooded
So I could test my human skid canouved
This is only a small portion
I'm giving you a snippet view
Trailer visual sicker than
Salmonella Chicken flu
My creative juice come from a different fruit
When you sip it strong like Guinness brew
Spill blood on your tennis shoe
Before I bless Chalice
I use paper clip to scrape the residue
Stick man get the money, take the revenue
(Get the money) theme music for you to push
The Lamborghini pedal to
Explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew
Collateral damage aim for the torso
But the leg will do

Never that, I'm better at it, you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted
The full advantage i'm laughing at it
Trying to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker
Night night motherfucker