RMC Mike - Intro (Ghetto Assassin) lyrics
[RMC Mike - Intro Ghetto Assassin lyrics]
Enrgy made this one
Hoo! Haha-haha! Yeah!
This my type of shit right here, done got out
Guess what? Ayy
This a thirty pointer diamond link
I don't need GPS for me to find the street
I'll rap all night
You just gotta find the beats
Bullets in the BMG look like flyin' trees
Ain't no "I" in "team" take a two-liter
Fill that bitch with all Trishiana
Nigga, it don't matter how she look
You still gon' get behind her
Double rice when we at Benihanas
Don't go to war with nan' one of us
'cause we got plenty choppers
We got the gas to the floor
You hear the hemi poppin'
I got a pint from nephew
He charged me sixty dollars
Forty-seven extra clips with me
Could shoot for sixty hours
I can't fuck her no more, she got pussy power
Went to fuck another bitch and
Didn't take a shower
Ooh, that's nasty, ain't it?
And she ate the whole fuckin'
Thing when I ejaculated
Daughter out here gettin' beat down
I know her daddy hate it
Type of nigga I ain't get
Shit for my graduation
I just looked up, thanked God
And be glad I made it
Bitch, I'm top three in this game
Let me grab the rankings
Shit, bitch said her pussy good
I'm tryna see somethin'
She let me fuck her in the car
I gave her three hundred
Leave the house tonight
Knock on the door like did I leave somethin'?
Fuck around and mop the whole house
I'm tryna clean somethin'
I got the devil on my shoulder
I can't get him off
Five-thousand dollar 'fit's, I got plenty ahh
Five-thousand dollar 'fit's
I got plenty sauce
I got more drip in my closet
Than what your hemi cost
Damn, I need some Act' bad
Threw a switchy on my Glock
To make it act bad
Ridin' with a hundred thousand dollars
In a black bag
When you makin' money every day
You can stack fast and that's some real shit
I got a baby Draco with a killswitch
I just popped a Vicodin, I wanna feel shit
I'll kill you 'bout my bitch
I'm not Will Smith on some real shit
I just found some Hi Tech, this an old eight
Big motor in the oldie make the road shake
I like to spice things up
Bring me some Old Bay
She sucked the blood out my
Dick, I'm like, "Woah, bae"
You gotta slow it down
You better hope you ain't catchin'
Nothin' out here hoein' 'round
Pull up to your granny crib I'm, ayy
Pull up to your granny hold on, naw
Pull up to your granny crib
I'm finna blow it down
Police got behind me, hit the corner
Throw it out
Stompin' in the TRX when it's snowin' out
You'd get there a lil' faster
When you know the route
Shit, and I know the route
Street ballin' on these niggas
They can't check up
Two hundred thousand really ain't shit
I got my check up
Twenty thousand on me, blow a ten
Put the rest up
Bitch, you suck dick? She like
"Mike, you got me messed up"
Haha
Hoo! Haha-haha! Yeah!
This my type of shit right here, done got out
Guess what? Ayy
This a thirty pointer diamond link
I don't need GPS for me to find the street
I'll rap all night
You just gotta find the beats
Bullets in the BMG look like flyin' trees
Ain't no "I" in "team" take a two-liter
Fill that bitch with all Trishiana
Nigga, it don't matter how she look
You still gon' get behind her
Double rice when we at Benihanas
Don't go to war with nan' one of us
'cause we got plenty choppers
We got the gas to the floor
You hear the hemi poppin'
I got a pint from nephew
He charged me sixty dollars
Forty-seven extra clips with me
Could shoot for sixty hours
I can't fuck her no more, she got pussy power
Went to fuck another bitch and
Didn't take a shower
Ooh, that's nasty, ain't it?
And she ate the whole fuckin'
Thing when I ejaculated
Daughter out here gettin' beat down
I know her daddy hate it
Type of nigga I ain't get
Shit for my graduation
I just looked up, thanked God
And be glad I made it
Bitch, I'm top three in this game
Let me grab the rankings
Shit, bitch said her pussy good
I'm tryna see somethin'
She let me fuck her in the car
I gave her three hundred
Leave the house tonight
Knock on the door like did I leave somethin'?
Fuck around and mop the whole house
I'm tryna clean somethin'
I got the devil on my shoulder
I can't get him off
Five-thousand dollar 'fit's, I got plenty ahh
Five-thousand dollar 'fit's
I got plenty sauce
I got more drip in my closet
Than what your hemi cost
Damn, I need some Act' bad
Threw a switchy on my Glock
To make it act bad
Ridin' with a hundred thousand dollars
In a black bag
When you makin' money every day
You can stack fast and that's some real shit
I got a baby Draco with a killswitch
I just popped a Vicodin, I wanna feel shit
I'll kill you 'bout my bitch
I'm not Will Smith on some real shit
I just found some Hi Tech, this an old eight
Big motor in the oldie make the road shake
I like to spice things up
Bring me some Old Bay
She sucked the blood out my
Dick, I'm like, "Woah, bae"
You gotta slow it down
You better hope you ain't catchin'
Nothin' out here hoein' 'round
Pull up to your granny crib I'm, ayy
Pull up to your granny hold on, naw
Pull up to your granny crib
I'm finna blow it down
Police got behind me, hit the corner
Throw it out
Stompin' in the TRX when it's snowin' out
You'd get there a lil' faster
When you know the route
Shit, and I know the route
Street ballin' on these niggas
They can't check up
Two hundred thousand really ain't shit
I got my check up
Twenty thousand on me, blow a ten
Put the rest up
Bitch, you suck dick? She like
"Mike, you got me messed up"
Haha