Wona Get Some, I Got Some

They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit
Niggas talkin' 'bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
T-Rock rock that shit fo these [unverified]
Shakin' all the playa haters, soaking knowledge in my dome
We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' [unverified] quicker
Trick yo' gossip, you're like fossets so I let you leak

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some

Man you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
I been insane coming free in the black rain
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
I'm like the ranger from the West and obsessed with anger
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Y'all know who y'all is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
We rich, we glist, we been down for years
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me
My house of representatives, be A town assassins
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
Oh, it's gettin' hot up in here

They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin' never stick

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me
I start this shit changed the beat up
A-tech in this Mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me

So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss

Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat

You can't make me, you can't break me

Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin' best move bitch

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
I got no fears and no pain in my veins man
This whoa die gone solve 'em, when it be one who
Get back from me nigga here come, lord your fuckin' nemesis
You wanna step up to the man, well put yourself in danger
Yeah, it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong
The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's

Now I'm smilin' in an [unverified] ridin' on chrome
You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga

We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression
Back on your premises, remember what I left on bitch
Say you always claimin' killa but for real you suckin' dick
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'
Now woo now we presidential thing 'cause you was flashin'
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me
Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin' on the chrome
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some

Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells
Singin', no new niggas in our click we thick
Fucking 'round wit' grown men that Hypnotized Camp
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some
Always shady and I leave yo weak ass [unverified]

DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
I ain't fuckin' wit' yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin' never again
Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me
Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some