Twisted Insane, Key Loom, Mitchy Slick - Monster lyrics
[Twisted Insane, Key Loom, Mitchy Slick - Monster lyrics]
In the nighttime
I don't write rhymes I killa
Niggas rapping thinking that shit is cool
But the fact is I do this for reala
Don't be caught at the bus
Stop with no weapons
Stuck if you gotta hit the
Fence real quick then
Fucked if a nigga bust in your section
I'm from the west coast where you
Never know when's your death day
Little niggas thirteen years
Old taking knives to triple OGs and shit
Everybody said "Fuck everybody" so now
Everybody put to sleepin' shit
Take another mission
I will get offended if you do
Not make a trip with me
All stay lit for the brainsick
Oh yeah we got Crip niggas too
Oh yeah we got eses too
Oh yeah we got Pirus too
Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings
Oh yeah we got Vice Lords too
Indians and the motorcycle gangs
Oh yeah we got bikers too
Motherfuckas that'll get ready up to mack
And then hunt ya
Niggas who ain't ever playing
But how can you play when
All they ever say is: "Nigga you a monster"
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
From under the bed teeth up in your back
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
Behind you in the dark reaper to the max
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
From under the bed teeth up in your back
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
(If flesh is best when bloody)
Make a mess, and yes it's funny
You are death the rest are running
Your a monster
It's reloading and relocating
Stay strap down with some shit
That'll cave your face in
They try to knock me down, but I won't fall
Catch your ass in traffic
And I bet your jaw get blowed off
They say you blessed
And you're here for a reason i say "yup
Yeah I know that's to
Leave theses niggas bleedin'"
Ain't no passes
Just hundred round drums and caskets
Block monster yeah I'm that double cinnamon
Rolls for you don't-knows
Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose
Better ask the streets if I'm
A motherfucking rap nigga
And I put the wrap on the chicken
Put some wings on that bitch
It's scary walking to school where
There's dudes with blue flags
Come through and clack-clack at any nigga
Standing around when the shit bracks
Get brainwashed by your double
OGs by the time
You turn twelve you a B-L double O-D
Psychologically made me an animal
I even shoot at a bitch
So to keep from being locked up
I lay low like the lochness
I don't write rhymes I killa
Niggas rapping thinking that shit is cool
But the fact is I do this for reala
Don't be caught at the bus
Stop with no weapons
Stuck if you gotta hit the
Fence real quick then
Fucked if a nigga bust in your section
I'm from the west coast where you
Never know when's your death day
Little niggas thirteen years
Old taking knives to triple OGs and shit
Everybody said "Fuck everybody" so now
Everybody put to sleepin' shit
Take another mission
I will get offended if you do
Not make a trip with me
All stay lit for the brainsick
Oh yeah we got Crip niggas too
Oh yeah we got eses too
Oh yeah we got Pirus too
Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings
Oh yeah we got Vice Lords too
Indians and the motorcycle gangs
Oh yeah we got bikers too
Motherfuckas that'll get ready up to mack
And then hunt ya
Niggas who ain't ever playing
But how can you play when
All they ever say is: "Nigga you a monster"
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
From under the bed teeth up in your back
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
Behind you in the dark reaper to the max
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
From under the bed teeth up in your back
Everybody said "Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
(If flesh is best when bloody)
Make a mess, and yes it's funny
You are death the rest are running
Your a monster
It's reloading and relocating
Stay strap down with some shit
That'll cave your face in
They try to knock me down, but I won't fall
Catch your ass in traffic
And I bet your jaw get blowed off
They say you blessed
And you're here for a reason i say "yup
Yeah I know that's to
Leave theses niggas bleedin'"
Ain't no passes
Just hundred round drums and caskets
Block monster yeah I'm that double cinnamon
Rolls for you don't-knows
Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose
Better ask the streets if I'm
A motherfucking rap nigga
And I put the wrap on the chicken
Put some wings on that bitch
It's scary walking to school where
There's dudes with blue flags
Come through and clack-clack at any nigga
Standing around when the shit bracks
Get brainwashed by your double
OGs by the time
You turn twelve you a B-L double O-D
Psychologically made me an animal
I even shoot at a bitch
So to keep from being locked up
I lay low like the lochness