South Circle - Getto Madness lyrics

Shh, shh, shh shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Stackin' pennies like Hardaway
It's hard to play with the M child ha ha

It be some evil that these men do
I spit game so cold
Playas froze coming to my kin do
Gangsta hats and trench coats
I pimp notes with quotes
Like playa haters takin' guns to they throats
Oh, no, I'm walking down the strip
Poppin' clips i see OJ
Sliced her from her clit to her vertebrae
Murder mayday, it's a third degree slaughter
I ain't trying to be broke
I need diapers for my daughter
Further up the strip it's


Some sisters prostituting, dealers looting
Grabbed my bulletproof too
And started shooting
No half steps, I blast techs
Homie you can ask Rex
Get twisted with mister
I'll leave dripping like a tampex
Tampon, strap on, the whole, entire
Shooting cocaine through my veins and now
It feels like I'm on fire
But still I wanna get higher
Double crosses get double crossed, lost
Get caught up in the crossfire
Still down to serve a fiend
Partner you done heard of me
Cock this 4-4 and make the
Snitch come out of Hercules
Hurting these bustas with my murder threats
The murder reps
Swirving a 9 fif candied out converted Lex
And you don't wanna flex with me
You better off on LSD well let's see
Who's joking around like Bill Bellamy

Speak of the uniqueness
Freakiness like Jodeci
Mister murder poetry, mack is on the low key
Slow moving, grooving like a sidewinder
Ripping fools for thinking y'all's
A liva rhymer (Tricks)
I signed a contract in blood
Took a playas oath now I'm smoking blunts
Making toasts coast to coast
I know for ways of acting stank and stuck up
I'm back like Tyson so you
Better get your guns up
I'm in the 7-5-0 riding t-genuine
Me and Mike drunk off tequila and gin
Spin the bottle, hit the throttle
Y'all can't stop us
Fools will drop like shocks
When the shots bust
Must make stacks, made a batch of bomb hit's
With my click, no the whole nation's on it

B-b-b-bomb the Glock
It's hot rocks on your block
From Pittsburgh to Texas they compose
It like Frank Sinat tra
I see you brah it's murder on your mind
I downs the Crown and now
It's murder with my nine
I am superior, inferior higher than Cooley
Done choked and smoked get done
Up like some doobies
Who me, the playa from the SC
Busta, no doubt we pout
I wear you out like some Guess jeans
Redeem yourself from all of this madness
Back up in your uh is
That playa wearing glasses

Calling the troops like Saudi
It's an all out attack
I'm strapped with black gats, and rough
Raps, to break your back, jack
Cataracts is what they call me cause
I can't be seen mean is dope ya know
As I fiend for the green (For the green)
Guillotine, sharp on point like a bullseye
Cause nothing is short of super
In my mental hoo-ride who's died
Yeah y'all know that I went for none
Them said bring the drama so I
Had to bring them some
From the crib Suave House, same address
Contest or confess when it hit's
You in the chest
Rest assured that it's pure when I kick it
Best mature and handle your business
Tricks, so now I got bustas in handcuffs
On a manhunt, I'm staying tough
Rolling up the next blunt
Y'all cannot see me on your tip-toes
I got killers that will kill from
Mr mike where the wind blows
Benzos get burnt Lexs and Verts get took
Now who's the crook
I'm superfly like Jimmy Snook
My crew will jump on you like crickets
Handle they business
And now I must come wicked
Tape you, the young Steven Speilberg
They wanna mob with me
Cause, I be smoking real herb
That doja pushing more crystals than Folger's
Hold ya breath it's going down
Trick I told ya shh, shh, shh shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Stackin' pennies like Hardaway
It's hard to play with the M child ha ha