Husalah, San Quinn, Messy Marv, The Jacka - 100 Rounds In The K lyrics

Yeah, yeah, once a mothafuckin'
This shit slap nigga I been ridin' with slap
Since I was 14 nigga on everything nigga
Doin' donuts, swangin' since I was 14
Eightin' nigga nigga
Since I was 14 nigga getting money nigga
For real though

Yeah ever since, I was a young nig'
I learned to benefit off what
The guns and dope did
Most nights of my life with
The vitos and cokeheads
My diet once consisted of
Cheetos and roach eggs
'Til I got a front, still I fucked it up
So I sold a dummy rock like a young chump
Got back, flipped a bird, hund' pump
Full pump nigga say he want Hus then
It's pumps out the bump
I was on like shit my nigga
Any punk want that funk the pump I give him
I'm really not concerned with
Humpin' them bitches
I got the whole hood burnt
Down pumpin' and flippin' nigga
But on the real cutty
I ain't gon' lie though
Get rich and fuck a bitch is my motto
Foot to the throttle, dumb ass A-1
Dope fiend rentals
Back to back I'm scraping 'em
I take 'em to your hood and rob shit
Young nigga mind saturated with mob shit
The mob bitch, so fast it's NASCAR
I'ma let the slap dumb knock for the last bar

You got the Glock sideways but
That don't amaze me smoking purp
Not haze the God's must be crazy
They wanna take me out the hood
But never change me
Other rappers get famous straight
From the streets we stay in the beef
But we don't speak about it
You told the world you a thug
But we really doubt it
A hundred rounds in the K, nigga get showered
You ain't shit in the Bay
But the realest coward

The realest 80's dope game is
Why the way I am
Got me in a state where I don't give a damn
Copped a coke habit touching keys
With my bare hands
Man I'm just a young nigga
State to state drug dealer
Living life key to key ain't never fun nigga
Riding 'round with a gun
Waiting on the worst to come
Nigga you ain't been to none
But you wanna be though
So I rock you with the tee
Just to let you see though
Laughing at you squares tryna beat
You an me yo yeah it's all rap 'til they
Clapped at the sea show
I love the rap fans but
I do it for the G's though
Come on man you see yourself
Out here really fucking with it nigga

You got the Glock sideways but
That don't amaze me smoking purp
Not haze the God's must be crazy
They wanna take me out the hood
But never change me
Other rappers get famous straight
From the streets we stay in the beef
But we don't speak about it
You told the world you a thug
But we really doubt it
A hundred rounds in the K, nigga get showered
You ain't shit in the Bay
But the realest coward

Everybody know I been around the
World and I, I, i
Series in his fake ass punk
He don't wanna die
I do shows, screw hoes, come through on fours
Keep suckas scared to death like white hoes
Punks can't fuck with the M-O-B we slide up
Spray up your block to make you know me
You ain't ready yet, slow down and recollect
Niggas hop out the car and throw
Red flame in your white chest
This shit is so deep they
Can't comprehend to digest the question is
They really want funk or will they digest?
Yes, another untouched victory
I hear any of you punks
Mentioning me then ya history

You got the Glock sideways but
That don't amaze me smoking purp
Not haze the God's must be crazy
They wanna take me out the hood
But never change me
Other rappers get famous straight
From the streets we stay in the beef
But we don't speak about it
You told the world you a thug
But we really doubt it
A hundred rounds in the K, nigga get showered
You ain't shit in the Bay
But the realest coward