Artist: E-40 Album: N/A (0000) Title: Mayhem
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Me and my guys be lurkin' the streets, plottin' upside down, smilin' Bummin' no matter Skully hoods bandanas bullets Stockin' caps Ski masks loced out murder one classes Those who wallop hocked up chopped tatoes permanent creased
Survival one jeans, throw away his real ooze machines Chinese AK zooms, razorblades, Jerry Curls, fingerwaves And French braids, labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker He might rob ya, niggas come tatted up head in a body slang
Well, it's your nigga Big Bonna niggas be creepin' up on ya Doin' for the juggler niggas tryin' to slug ya Catch a nigga doin' all kinds of nasty things Ohh, what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doin' are thuggin', the gottie Got the whole cap wonderin', who the fuck shottie? Lookin' for the body, tell me what they found His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town
Thinkin' about the set up, tryin' to get my red up 'Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue So what the fuck they wanna do Seem like we got the vas of these niggas
Caught cash and thought we was through So fuck this old bat shit, I'll get the gat bitch And probably blow your brains out Lookin' to get my cap fit
Thinkin' they all acted up And while I'm at yo ass I'll probably put the fuckin' slugs In you ass
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
It's a cold piece of work I just wait 'Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothin' for granted
[Incomprehensible] expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly Like changed clammit, dammit Us niggas is deep and do improved latex Found out where he slept and latest wave caps
Tycoons, this business is really too bad That our biatchess find our villa skates Sit up at the roundtable and discuss Trish ish batteries and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots So who got six niggas next to carry Of these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see And if you motherfuckers put some that tatoned to me
You see these niggas can't flip doing' things that sick, like what? Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit But I love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
Uh uh, A element of surprise, getting my gig on Split yo house in half with a dreadlock wig on When you do ya hot ones, shoot locus It's the reflection program dinner rolls, automatic hit the floor
Dump, bust, blast, barefaces Strike, dip, mass like a mental patience Run, quick, fast and in a hurry, biaatch Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry
It's like military issues, make you wish you never got an example Stalkin' niggas like a bitch do Can only ride so long with that fake shit I take shit To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch
So fuck what you say and fuck what you play I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say If I can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me 'cause I bring things to the game for my scuzzie
We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags Now you ridin' in a fan, pulled tight and gag Then they pullin' up out the Glad Bags, the hefty type But you niggas ain't got no kind of idea what A chopped up body looks like
Then them niggas start to pull down your Levis And bust you in the head with ruggard P 85's Call a mortician, call mark class somebody in this motherfucker 'Bout to come up missin', best believe
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks If you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums
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