Shit Can Happen

Bitch (Yeah) Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen That's right motherfuckers we back Same slanging, orangatanging, wilding out on hoodrats They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless You niggas don't get it yet, do you Deal or not, platinum or flop I still put it through you With a Luger that'll spit fire And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah You think for one second since we got a deal That we won't deal wit you in front of St. Andrew's still? You gay rappers better learn that I won't stop until I see 'em turn back If you don't slow that roll you got You gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac Fo' sho' that, ask the others, Brigade'll lay you down Next to your mother's mother's grandmother You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like The same cat who never gave a damn about your name I gives a fuck about it like the next L.A. Clippers' game (bitch) I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom (punk) You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em Who call theyself screaming about a challenge (what?) Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent My skills are deeply embedded even your ho said it (uh-huh) She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged In the middle of rapping I drop the mic (what?) And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping (bitch) Kuniv' and Kon Artis, my nigga we get it cracking While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo' ass You can be touched don't think you can't Cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more man Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo' ass You can be touched don't think you can't Cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more man The feds can't hold me, I hold feds I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head Raining acid, you can't refrain from getting yo' ass kicked Cause you talk too much - you asked for it I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy These niggas get confronted (what up now?) then they change stories I cut you and they thinking everything's hunky dory I even have you pouring me the gasoline for me Pulling up slowly, cock tailing your homie You met a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (f'real) Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your Rollie Don't even try, in your system like E. Coli Trying to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally I survived the abortion immediately, surprise, ah! Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting (Shit!!) Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs One man army, guns can't harm me Young and ornery, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped at censorship Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite I've been giving it 110% Cause when I vent - most of my energy's spent on enemies 80% of what I invent is Hennessy 20% is from being hungry as sin 10's because I love being under your skin *SHIT!* Yeah! Shit can happen, so stick to rapping Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the mac and That can lead to another mishap happening Skip the crap get the can of whoop-ass cracking! Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo' ass You can be touched don't think you can't 'Cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more man Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo' ass You can be touched don't think you can't 'Cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more man It can and it will (nigga, nigga) Fuck around with Amityville and you die Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers In six different bodies with their personalities split Fucking you up with hit after hit Sticking you up with clip after clip Making you suck dick after dick Dirty motherfucking dozen The Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre Swifty McVay, the Kuniva, Dirty father-fucking Harry Putting you down in a cemetery, you get buried All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cocks! We are not playing, we are not playing We are not bullshitting, this is not a motherfucking joke! All of you motherfuckers get smoked!