Munna Ikee, Cam Slam, Buck Munna - The End lyrics
[Munna Ikee, Cam Slam, Buck Munna - The End lyrics]
He think he a member, we gon' take him
Watch me run him in
Ty gon' switch the crowd, golden child
He was born to sin
Catch him by hisself, he get the belt
Then we go kill his friend
They thinkin' I be movin' by myself
But, I got many men bitch, I got plenty men
TSG, the takers, they take different Gens
Bad lil' bitch named Nina, she totes Ninas
Straps on different ends get back is a must
So call my bluff and tell 'em spin again
(Slam) catch him sittin' in that van
Doo doo doo, now that's the end (Slam, Slam)
Take Sum Gang, they hoppin' out
On feet, you know, they dressed in black
(Grrah, grrah, Slam)
They hit my lil' brother, I can't go
They know I'm strikin' back
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Boppin' out the back, this ain't no MAC
I dump the Drac' like Shaq
(Grrah, grrah, Slam)
Call me "Mr Slam, " that cap don't jam
Roll up another pack (Slam, Slam, grrah)
Talkin' on the 'net won't get you
Far but where your homie at (Slam)
Think this shit so sweet until we
Tweak and now his brother stretched
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
OG steady cryin', don't give no fuck
We slit his cousin neck (Slam)
And be # quiet up in that room
Ain't no discussin' that
(Slam, Slam, Slam, Slam)
Man, fuck all that, we strikin' first
(Grrah) so they ain't never
Strikin' back (Nah, nah)
Bitch, we them takers
(Get 'em) we don't play like that, we
Known for gettin' back (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Call Baby Tank, no poppin' out them cuts
I'm knowin' that he stray (Stretch Gang)
We really active, D in TSG
Put Slam up on your ass
(yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
All that back and forth up on the internet
Ain't into that (Nah, nah)
We gon' spin that bitch and spin
Again until that nigga stretched, yeah
All that woofin' he was doin'
Now he in a body bag (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We give out the same pain any nigga ever had
(yeah)
He think he a member, we gon' take him
Watch me run him in
Ty gon' switch the crowd, golden child
He was born to sin
Catch him by hisself, he get the belt
Then we go kill his friend
They thinkin' I be movin' by myself
But, I got many men bitch, I got plenty men
TSG, the takers, they take different Gens
Bad lil' bitch named Nina, she totes Ninas
Straps on different ends get back is a must
So call my bluff and tell 'em spin again
Catch him sittin' in that van
Doo doo doo, now that's the end
Watch me run him in
Ty gon' switch the crowd, golden child
He was born to sin
Catch him by hisself, he get the belt
Then we go kill his friend
They thinkin' I be movin' by myself
But, I got many men bitch, I got plenty men
TSG, the takers, they take different Gens
Bad lil' bitch named Nina, she totes Ninas
Straps on different ends get back is a must
So call my bluff and tell 'em spin again
(Slam) catch him sittin' in that van
Doo doo doo, now that's the end (Slam, Slam)
Take Sum Gang, they hoppin' out
On feet, you know, they dressed in black
(Grrah, grrah, Slam)
They hit my lil' brother, I can't go
They know I'm strikin' back
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Boppin' out the back, this ain't no MAC
I dump the Drac' like Shaq
(Grrah, grrah, Slam)
Call me "Mr Slam, " that cap don't jam
Roll up another pack (Slam, Slam, grrah)
Talkin' on the 'net won't get you
Far but where your homie at (Slam)
Think this shit so sweet until we
Tweak and now his brother stretched
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
OG steady cryin', don't give no fuck
We slit his cousin neck (Slam)
And be # quiet up in that room
Ain't no discussin' that
(Slam, Slam, Slam, Slam)
Man, fuck all that, we strikin' first
(Grrah) so they ain't never
Strikin' back (Nah, nah)
Bitch, we them takers
(Get 'em) we don't play like that, we
Known for gettin' back (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Call Baby Tank, no poppin' out them cuts
I'm knowin' that he stray (Stretch Gang)
We really active, D in TSG
Put Slam up on your ass
(yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
All that back and forth up on the internet
Ain't into that (Nah, nah)
We gon' spin that bitch and spin
Again until that nigga stretched, yeah
All that woofin' he was doin'
Now he in a body bag (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We give out the same pain any nigga ever had
(yeah)
He think he a member, we gon' take him
Watch me run him in
Ty gon' switch the crowd, golden child
He was born to sin
Catch him by hisself, he get the belt
Then we go kill his friend
They thinkin' I be movin' by myself
But, I got many men bitch, I got plenty men
TSG, the takers, they take different Gens
Bad lil' bitch named Nina, she totes Ninas
Straps on different ends get back is a must
So call my bluff and tell 'em spin again
Catch him sittin' in that van
Doo doo doo, now that's the end