Lyrics:
to the theater set to ill
Buggin! Cold havin a ball
and somethin bout Elm Street was the movie we saw
The way it started was decent, ya know nothing real fancy
Hook
Baby Gimme Somethin' Yeah Yeah
Cuz you dey bless me with your vibe
Baby gimme somethin' Yeah Yeah
Cuz you be runnin' through my mind
Baby
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be
the souls of the Illuminati
Holy Spirit hit you like 12 shots from a shotty
Ain't got to be a murder, just for me to catch a body
I ain't, trippin’ off
break somethin'
Bullets blow off your body they know now, break somethin'
Know I'm standin' on business these niggas won't take nothin'
I be shootin'
by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body
listen to Thugger to make up my caption
Ho, you know C4, he be rappin', yeah
Did he catch a body? Does anyone know?
Why he say big backdoor? Is he
Is you rollin? [x4]
Bitch I might be [x2]
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be [x4]
[Verse 1]
East Atlanta slum man is
Tellin' me the things you that heard about
Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things
Somethin' feels off when I come around
somethin'
With a hint-of lemon lime
I don't mind if ya join me where
I'm gonna be
If you Come a-lookin
This is what you're gonna see
Me and the boys,
Confined rhymes humble chill be patient
Having conversations with my soul body and spirit
It's the clearest difference I just got the gift I'm fearless
Ho!
Cos there's somethin' in the air tonight
Gotta get my feelin right
And Imma push up on your body
When you deep boy don't you stop it
In the air
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
'nem down
They tryna kill somethin'
Yeah, fuck that Instagram pape', bitch
We got real money
I'm the type of nigga pour the
Lean 'til I don't feel
(Yeah yeah)
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin'
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take
somethin' like that
That boy gonna feel my poison
I know he can't stand the rain
Now you wanna be down with your baby
Back and forth, back and forth (Back,
don't be influenced by this music
'Cause they ain't really livin' what they rappin', see, I proved it
I ain't sayin' goin' to jail is somethin' that I
lick you from head to toe
Real slow
'Cause ever since I was young I could keep girls sprung
Just by the movement of my tongue
I remember it all
If you tryna boss up
Let me know somethin
Let me know somethin
You know ima go
Designer on my body from my head to the toe
Yeah you know what I be
She got a nice face, she got a nice body (got a nice body)
I still can't love her, still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (baby, I'm sorry)
I'll
up
Cause he might make ISIS sacrifices
Strap on a bomb and blow the stage up
Hold up
I ain't gonna do a lot of racist bars
Cause my fans be like, "Man
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
when I cock it back
And it be like chill, on the real
Ain't no stoppin' the black, under attack
Nigga stuntin' and thumpin', all of y'all
The niggas
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