Z-Ro, Tonka, Mussilini, Lyrical 187 - Betta Watch lyrics
[Z-Ro, Tonka, Mussilini, Lyrical 187 - Betta Watch lyrics]
Better watch your feddy mayn
Better watch your back mayn
Better wear your vest to protect your chest
So protect your brain mayn
Better watch your slab mayn
Better watch your gal mayn
Better watch your partna's partnas
And some of they partnas mayn
I got a letter from the President yesterday
Guess what he had to say
It seem like somebody, been talking a lot
Trying to pull the big guns out
Put em in they mouth
Show em that we don't play boy
Round here we bleed the block
Syrup and pop rocks
Hoes in the club jump around and bunny hop
Presidential boys 187 it don't stop
We can turn the lights out
Turn this bitch out
I'm what you mo'fuckers been waiting for
Like the messiah coming back for more
But this time I got the tools with
And my starters off the bench
And you know, we plan to run the score
Fuck y'all niggas that hate my niggas
You can get the dick and
The nuts and the trigga say it again
You can get a dick and a nuts and
The trigga and a shank to the liver
Dirty Southside Houston Texas
Hiram-Clarke and Ivas baby
Via 3rd Ward, 5th Ward
South Park, Trinity Gardens
Greenspoint and Poke Island
Look at all these playas around me
Thug niggas hustlers ballers and G's
My niggas in the hood with wood grain
Stable Cadillacs make you fall to your knees
My bitches in the club with
Love for young thugs
That love for young girls
That be fucking em in the club
Will make twenties take em and make em aware
Ain't nothing wrong with going home with
Two or three lil' mamas at
Three in the morning
Waking up cooking eggs and yawning
Dipping in the stash spots and do do calling
Slow motion is how we tip
When we feeling the groove
Bust bout nine nuts last night
And still in the mood young ignant dude
Never hesitating to make more
Than I already got
Don't trip you already shot
Might stand on the cutters when
I flip in the drop
No probation'll ever stop me
Cause by God I'm blessed
Got mo' jacksons than Pesci
Mo' grass than the Fertile Crescent
Stay on note
And stay receiving mo' Wayans than Keenan
The lyrical semen
Born in the morning die in the evening
Already colder than colder
Still a damn thang holder
Might uh come and clear out your block
Like a wet up Iraqi soldier
Jay freed it and ery'thang
Bling-bling on e'ry ring
Piece and chain hang down
To my god damn shoe strings
I'm with that Lyrical 1-8-siete
And the awesome vete
Deuce shooter cocking a nueve
And myself alvete i'm el soldado
No problem when I pop
Collars all about dollars
Mo' violence in Impalas we
Be top notch scholars
Leaning with rotweilers breeded ballers
I think I'm losing my mind sometimes
Laws hating rent pass due
And I can't find no pine
Right now I don't mind dying
So I'm the worst cat to be around
Get to tripping my hands twitching
Everytime I see a gun (see a gun)
So ya better watch your feddy mayn
Better watch your back mayn
Better be on note
Cause these young folks is
Always strapped mayn
Better watch your feddy mayn
Better watch your back mayn
Better be on note
Cause these young folks pack K's in Lacs mayn
Strapped and ready for drama
Lil' mama think she got a fool for the dollar
I tell her bitch please
Scream I could make you holla
If I pull up a semicon
And toss up a bottle of gin
Straight out the bar
And invite a few friends
Niggas that don't mind dying
Niggas don't bar taking your life away
Drinking the night away put the weed down
Give the laws the right-away
Fuck you bitch niggas
Did I say it the right way
Just might see me, rolling down the highway
Real country niggas, might call it a by-way
Sitting sideways, in a big-big body
Rolling solo, but I got my shotty
I don't really, wanna hurt nobody i'm lying
If it goes down I'm killing everybody
Then back to the H Town, rolling up blunts
Puffing on the highway, bang in the trunk
Blazing the skunk, drank in the cup
Southside niggas, on purple stuff
I already know, you done heard enough
1-8-7, quick to call your bluff
Them Presidential boys, banging it rough
Y'all know, y'all can't fuck with us
Like banging a neon, into a bus
You ain't know, that's fucked up
You better make sure, your vest strapped up
You better make sure, that safety work
You better make sure, when the laws come
You don't know that was
That put your nuts in the dirt
In the meanwhile, keep your head down
When I come around
Keep your mouth closed till I'm gone
Better yet, move around bitch niggas
Cause, I'm tried of talking bout y'all
In this song
Better watch your back mayn
Better wear your vest to protect your chest
So protect your brain mayn
Better watch your slab mayn
Better watch your gal mayn
Better watch your partna's partnas
And some of they partnas mayn
I got a letter from the President yesterday
Guess what he had to say
It seem like somebody, been talking a lot
Trying to pull the big guns out
Put em in they mouth
Show em that we don't play boy
Round here we bleed the block
Syrup and pop rocks
Hoes in the club jump around and bunny hop
Presidential boys 187 it don't stop
We can turn the lights out
Turn this bitch out
I'm what you mo'fuckers been waiting for
Like the messiah coming back for more
But this time I got the tools with
And my starters off the bench
And you know, we plan to run the score
Fuck y'all niggas that hate my niggas
You can get the dick and
The nuts and the trigga say it again
You can get a dick and a nuts and
The trigga and a shank to the liver
Dirty Southside Houston Texas
Hiram-Clarke and Ivas baby
Via 3rd Ward, 5th Ward
South Park, Trinity Gardens
Greenspoint and Poke Island
Look at all these playas around me
Thug niggas hustlers ballers and G's
My niggas in the hood with wood grain
Stable Cadillacs make you fall to your knees
My bitches in the club with
Love for young thugs
That love for young girls
That be fucking em in the club
Will make twenties take em and make em aware
Ain't nothing wrong with going home with
Two or three lil' mamas at
Three in the morning
Waking up cooking eggs and yawning
Dipping in the stash spots and do do calling
Slow motion is how we tip
When we feeling the groove
Bust bout nine nuts last night
And still in the mood young ignant dude
Never hesitating to make more
Than I already got
Don't trip you already shot
Might stand on the cutters when
I flip in the drop
No probation'll ever stop me
Cause by God I'm blessed
Got mo' jacksons than Pesci
Mo' grass than the Fertile Crescent
Stay on note
And stay receiving mo' Wayans than Keenan
The lyrical semen
Born in the morning die in the evening
Already colder than colder
Still a damn thang holder
Might uh come and clear out your block
Like a wet up Iraqi soldier
Jay freed it and ery'thang
Bling-bling on e'ry ring
Piece and chain hang down
To my god damn shoe strings
I'm with that Lyrical 1-8-siete
And the awesome vete
Deuce shooter cocking a nueve
And myself alvete i'm el soldado
No problem when I pop
Collars all about dollars
Mo' violence in Impalas we
Be top notch scholars
Leaning with rotweilers breeded ballers
I think I'm losing my mind sometimes
Laws hating rent pass due
And I can't find no pine
Right now I don't mind dying
So I'm the worst cat to be around
Get to tripping my hands twitching
Everytime I see a gun (see a gun)
So ya better watch your feddy mayn
Better watch your back mayn
Better be on note
Cause these young folks is
Always strapped mayn
Better watch your feddy mayn
Better watch your back mayn
Better be on note
Cause these young folks pack K's in Lacs mayn
Strapped and ready for drama
Lil' mama think she got a fool for the dollar
I tell her bitch please
Scream I could make you holla
If I pull up a semicon
And toss up a bottle of gin
Straight out the bar
And invite a few friends
Niggas that don't mind dying
Niggas don't bar taking your life away
Drinking the night away put the weed down
Give the laws the right-away
Fuck you bitch niggas
Did I say it the right way
Just might see me, rolling down the highway
Real country niggas, might call it a by-way
Sitting sideways, in a big-big body
Rolling solo, but I got my shotty
I don't really, wanna hurt nobody i'm lying
If it goes down I'm killing everybody
Then back to the H Town, rolling up blunts
Puffing on the highway, bang in the trunk
Blazing the skunk, drank in the cup
Southside niggas, on purple stuff
I already know, you done heard enough
1-8-7, quick to call your bluff
Them Presidential boys, banging it rough
Y'all know, y'all can't fuck with us
Like banging a neon, into a bus
You ain't know, that's fucked up
You better make sure, your vest strapped up
You better make sure, that safety work
You better make sure, when the laws come
You don't know that was
That put your nuts in the dirt
In the meanwhile, keep your head down
When I come around
Keep your mouth closed till I'm gone
Better yet, move around bitch niggas
Cause, I'm tried of talking bout y'all
In this song