Z-Ro, Vicious (USA), Mike-D - M-16 lyrics

M-16, I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder, every bumper clot run
Keep my hand, on my gun whooooa

Don't worry
The Hogg gon get it cracking round here
And I know I'm talking loud enough
For all y'all to hear
This H Town Texas, we ain't breeding no homos
Get a banger to you matrix style
Trick in slow-mo
I'm the gun range stayer, 45 payer
No question where I'm from
Cause I'm a Southside Playa
Got juice by the gallo', earvoes by the layer
Rubberband every thou'
3rd Ward youngest Mayor
Extended clips extra drums
For the K and the calico
Catch bag for the A-R, wet up your whole car
You talking like you want it
But you really don't want war
It's reg baby, in battlefield go
I'm out on two bonds, and parole don't know
So have your heart right trick
When you stepping to Mike D
I'ma b-braid your hair
Then reload the magazine
Hit you with sixteen
Then flee the murder scene

Now of the situation get sticky
I got this nigga playing thirty eight
A snub nose, that'll increase the murder rate
I heard they hating on a nigga
But I'm use to em
I sent this message by this bitch
To break the news to him
That y'all done fucked, with the wrong one
I got short patience, and a long gun
And I don't talk shit
I spark's it and I bust brains
And I don't play, no fucking games
Nigga I could make it happen
While you popping that shit
Squeeze a trigga
Till ery'body drop in this bitch
Ain't no stopping this shit
Once it get's to jumping
You get my heart pumping
The adrenaline pumping
I see me dumping, on motherfuckers
Empty the clip
And get to stomping a motherfucker
And I won't be disrespected
By none of these youngsters
I got my hand I got pass
I got a trunk bitch a liver pump

Is it me Glock 40, pump-pump-pump-pump nope
Is it me 45, pump-pump-pump-pump nope
Is it me 3-57, pump-pump-pump-pump nope
Me M16, taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja
With muddy cup of codeine
Me people don't even play me close
Cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company
Me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches
Run up on me
But my grandmother didn't raise a killer
She raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down
And people kept kicking made me crazy
That's why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y'all once before
None of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass down
Ru-run up on me twice
I'ma heat your ass down
Place you in another dimension
Nobody can see you now rest in peace
I'm the king of the streets yeah