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Message, Pt. 2
by C Blu
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Grrah, this a fuckin' message, tired
Of tellin’ y'all niggas, stop dissin'
C Blu
I hop in the booth and I fuck it up
Ain’t no tellin' me shit
They can't fuck wit' us
And they mans just got hit
Why they dissin' us?
Tryna' spin through they block
Wit' the Ruger's tucked
Niggas dissin’ but still ain’t get back
Tried to steal and got shot in your back
Who the fuck out here still robbin' phones?
You a bozo, you should’ve stayed home
This a message, I'm straight talkin' facts
Tryna' catch me a nigga who rap
GDK, we don’t fuck with no Blixkys
I see Nas, I'ma send him to Nicky
3 knocks in the car when we slide
That mean 3 niggas shoot in one drive
Catch a opp, send him right to his mans
We got drums, you could call us a band
I'm a demon with heavy artillery
Gotta keep it, they said they gon' kill me
I can't go like the bitches from Set It Off
He got killed by the cops
He ain't let it off
Know a opp who got put in a shit bag
He got lucky he wasn't a spliff
Know gave him jet lag
Know some niggas who like to write diss
They be makin' these shots
But ain't get back
Know some niggas that they bitch
She was just for the fun
Have your bitch back
I don't gotta say names
When you mention C Blu, he the endless
I done chased niggas in their ceiling
I done shot niggas for no reason
Yeah, Lil Spooky started stutter squeezin'
Chest shot, now that boy wheezin', grrah
Chest shot, now that boy wheezin'
This a fuckin' message, nigga look, C Blu
I could name all the shit that we did
But, them niggas, they know how we get
Free gang, they was uppin' in public
Spinnin' through
Tryna' clear the whole block
Threw 2, got him yellin' out
Job done, now we back out the block, grrah
Job done, now we back out the block
I hop in the booth and I fuck it up
Ain't no tellin' me shit
They can't fuck wit' us
And they mans just got hit
Why they dissin' us?
Tryna' spin through they block
Wit' the Ruger's tucked
Niggas dissin' but still ain't get back
Tried to steal and got shot in your back
Who the fuck out here still robbin' phones?
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
This a message, I'm straight talkin' facts
Tryna' catch me a nigga who rap
GDK, we don't fuck with no Blixkys
I see Nas, I'ma send him to Nicky
3 knocks in the car when we slide
That mean 3 niggas shoot in one drive
Catch a opp, send him right to his mans
Grrah, c Blu
Grrah, this a fuckin' message, tired
Of tellin’ y'all niggas, stop dissin'
C Blu
I hop in the booth and I fuck it up
Ain’t no tellin' me shit
They can't fuck wit' us
And they mans just got hit
Why they dissin' us?
Tryna' spin through they block
Wit' the Ruger's tucked
Niggas dissin’ but still ain’t get back
Tried to steal and got shot in your back
Who the fuck out here still robbin' phones?
You a bozo, you should’ve stayed home
This a message, I'm straight talkin' facts
Tryna' catch me a nigga who rap
GDK, we don’t fuck with no Blixkys
I see Nas, I'ma send him to Nicky
3 knocks in the car when we slide
That mean 3 niggas shoot in one drive
Catch a opp, send him right to his mans
We got drums, you could call us a band
I'm a demon with heavy artillery
Gotta keep it, they said they gon' kill me
I can't go like the bitches from Set It Off
He got killed by the cops
He ain't let it off
Know a opp who got put in a shit bag
He got lucky he wasn't a spliff
Know gave him jet lag
Know some niggas who like to write diss
They be makin' these shots
But ain't get back
Know some niggas that they bitch
She was just for the fun
Have your bitch back
I don't gotta say names
When you mention C Blu, he the endless
I done chased niggas in their ceiling
I done shot niggas for no reason
Yeah, Lil Spooky started stutter squeezin'
Chest shot, now that boy wheezin', grrah
Chest shot, now that boy wheezin'
This a fuckin' message, nigga look, C Blu
I could name all the shit that we did
But, them niggas, they know how we get
Free gang, they was uppin' in public
Spinnin' through
Tryna' clear the whole block
Threw 2, got him yellin' out
Job done, now we back out the block, grrah
Job done, now we back out the block
I hop in the booth and I fuck it up
Ain't no tellin' me shit
They can't fuck wit' us
And they mans just got hit
Why they dissin' us?
Tryna' spin through they block
Wit' the Ruger's tucked
Niggas dissin' but still ain't get back
Tried to steal and got shot in your back
Who the fuck out here still robbin' phones?
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
This a message, I'm straight talkin' facts
Tryna' catch me a nigga who rap
GDK, we don't fuck with no Blixkys
I see Nas, I'ma send him to Nicky
3 knocks in the car when we slide
That mean 3 niggas shoot in one drive
Catch a opp, send him right to his mans
Grrah, c Blu
