Pastor Troy - Saddam lyrics

Yeah spent a long time watching the game
Come to find out them bustas is lame

SADDAM HUSSEIN
And even though they wanna stop my reign
I don't think that they can contain
SADDAM HUSSEIN

And though they wanna take my life from me
I don't think them muthafkas can see
SADDAM HUSSEIN
I Live by the gun die by the same thang
Time bomb tickin won't bust until ya push it

And im buckin on em im wylin on em
Im crankin on em im growlin on em
Im stuntin on em im flashin on em
Im flexin on em im cashin on em
Im leanin on em im dreamin on em
Im checkin on em im tekkin on em
Im cleanin on em im gleamin on em
Im snappin on em im trappin on em
Im sixin on em im pissin on em
Im dining on em im shining on em
Im candy on em im fancy on em
Keep dat pistol handy on em

I ain't bout ta reintroduce myself
Bust that K set it off to the left
Hit em in the lungs got a nigga first breath
Let that mothafka hang ima
Sentence him to death
Neva been the one just to bite my tounge
Love this gangsta shit where im from
Two two trey got a nigga on the run
Lemme tell ya somthin son ain't
No runnin from the gun
A2 you get bruised u get popped
Won't be the first mothafka I shot
16 nigga…head count'll go pop
With tha infared beams sittin mean on the top
Gimmie my props gimmie my rank
I been in the army im ready to tank
Take heed to these words that I bomb
U don't wanna fk with me Saddam

And im buckin on em im wylin on em
Im crankin on em im growlin on em
Im stuntin on em im flashin on em
Im flexin on em im cashin on em
Im leanin on em im dreamin on em
Im checkin on em im tekkin on em
Im cleanin on em im gleamin on em
Im snappin on em im trappin on em
Im sixin on em im pissin on em
Im dining on em im shining on em
Im candy on em im fancy on em
Keep dat pistol handy on em

Slide off in my six nigga
I don't want yo bitch nigga
Hoes been wantin' me for too long
Love this gangsta shit that im on
Ridin on chrome heavy foot
What else can she do but look
Coogied up from head to toe
Keep me a coupla stacks at the floor
Back to the floor ain't I nice
Play with the cash and u playin with ya life
And anyone that u choose ya still lose
And then ima tax on them mothafkin dues
I do it for the blues I do it for the bloods
Fk the feds and fk the judge
Im about to drop a bomb nigga
Watch out for saddam nigga

And im buckin on em im wylin on em
Im crankin on em im growlin on em
Im stuntin on em im flashin on em
Im flexin on em im cashin on em
Im leanin on em im dreamin on em
Im checkin on em im tekkin on em
Im cleanin on em im gleamin on em
Im snappin on em im trappin on em
Im sixin on em im pissin on em
Im dining on em im shining on em
Im candy on em im fancy on em
Keep dat pistol handy on em