Ransom, Kool G Rap, 38 Spesh - Landmine lyrics

Yo, yo yo, huh told these niggas, man
I ain't motherfuckin' playin', man
Nah I'm sayin'? Right let's go
Trust, nigga huh, right, let's go

Ayo, my closet filled with mostly furs
And all the guns I collected prayin'
One day we hopefully purge
My shooters is real low preserved
Could go for nerds
Wolves in sheep clothin', they roll in herds
From the dirt, so we chose to splurge
I'm most concerned with gettin' money
Fuckin' bitches and smokin' herb
This for my niggas that open
Birds and choke the curb
Them the niggas that know my
Verses is spoken word
When I speak it's mostly verbs
I call shots and they listen
I'm seldom seen but mostly heard
Seen niggas catch cases over words
I ain't braggin' or boastin'
I'm only approachin' who I'm
'posed to serve
Shittin' like it's a bowl of turds
I left the whip fishbowl
That's just to get on ya homie nerves
Niggas actin' like I don't deserve
The Benz sign hangin' over the door
Like it say don't disturb, trust

Buried in gold like a Pharaoh from Egypt
Battle strategic
Leave ya parents and fetus paraplegic
In agreeance with elitist while
Talkin' ballots and secrets
Mystifyin' like a gypsy who read
A tarot to speak with
And if you married the street shit
I'm forced to shoot ya
I let it ring from one knee
I'm proposin' niggas divorce the future
All you think about is the whores and hookah
The scene ugly but I came back clean, nigga
I brought the lufra game nice
I was born with the vocals cords of Luther
Back when I was poor and
Couldn't afford the boosters
Now I'm arrivin' in elegant fabrics
Buck on the dash
Shorty showin' no class how
She yellin' in traffic
Criminal minds and felony tactics
Many theatrics
Penalties graphic, I tend to be accurate
I'm trainin' mics like Cus
D'Amato while fuckin' models
Stuffin' hollows and blowin Dracos
Labelled the Russian Drago