Battlefield
Back back back back back back
1 2 3 4
Sticks was never made to break your bones
But intruders in your house will take your throne
So 5 6 7 8
Ya better let them know now and set um straight
You acting like a devil with horns on your head
And a puffy nose those grimy folks
Grimy folks you know you can't trust um
Ain't no love in the battlefield
Yeah it's real grab the steel
Niggas know that I'm bout my bread
Fuck with me nigga Imma aim at your head
Bust your shit wide open like a melon
Fuck with me nigga and my folks ain't telling
Only ones that seen it ain't no witness
Fuck with me my nigga finna get the business
The business buddy
Bout to get muddy in the grimy field
Cause we in the field
Like soldiers of war
Telling you stories from the Godfather
See me on my grind
See me on my game
Like all the time
Like MJ when he spitting his rhymes
On the B-Ball court
Ain't no child support
Cause we raising our kings
Nigga we some kings like Moses
Yawl some hoses
Fucking with me and yawl posing
But I am real ordeal real cloth real fabric
Come against the team boy go and pick a casket
Tisket for tasket
Send your ass back to hell in a hand basket
Don't you know we stretch money like elastic
Chewing gum fuck with my niggas you would run
Cause we got big K's big choppers
Don't you know we will spray at you doctor
At your teacher at your mother
At your post office man at your brother
We don't fuck with them niggas we don't like you
Fuck with my nigga aiming that rifle
If the fam got to eat ain't nothing
Boy shit will get disgusting
It'll get nasty
Boy my voice get raspy
Cause I be smoking blunts
Yawl niggas don't want none
Hey I from that Westside
And don't you know in the Chi
That's that best side
And don't you know I got love for that Southside
And don't you know my Granddaddy on that Southside
And don't you know my mama side on that Southside
And don't you know all my family will leave your mouth wide
And leave your shit leaking
Boy I ain't tweaking
Boy I'm just speaking
Boy you best be listening
And boy my diamonds glisten
And boy that Rollie glisten
And don't you know my nigga boy you better pay attention
Because a nigga like me Imma spit the game to you
Don't you niggas know boy this shit will get brutal
Motherfucking fatality
Hoes see me they say that's your majesty
Man he is thou
He the problem child
I'm the golden child
And we know how to smile
Cause we take awhile
To get our money up
But we running now
All horses up
Talking 350
I'm talking Key Griffey
High batting average
Yawl niggas cowards
My niggas savage
No Bob Saget
Attract hoes like a magnet
We blowing out the gasket
Blowing out the gasket
Putting fade niggas in the casket
Boy you can't mask it you too fake
Come in this bitch spraying like Two Face
Call me the fucking Riddler
You are the fucking Batman
Hit you niggas in your fucking head you need a cat scan
To see how your shit done came a loose
Don't you niggas know I come to bid don't want no truce
Hell naw nigga we ain't trying to make friends
Yawl fuck niggas yawl some fake friends
We don't like them types
Don't you niggas know need some baby wipes
Cause I'm straight shitting on the track nigga
And don't you know that um
Choppers put you on your back nigga
Well well 9 10 11 12
Take a step inside and you ain't gonna last
Cause my gun gonna blast
Sending ya back straight to hell
Back back back back back to where ya came from
Yeah yeah back to where ya came from
Back back back your ass up I don't like your smell
Grab ya by the tail swing your ass straight to hell
All up in my business it never fails
Back back back back back back back back
Back back back back back back
1 2 3 4
Sticks was never made to break your bones
But intruders in your house will take your throne
So 5 6 7 8
Ya better let them know now and set um straight
You acting like a devil with horns on your head
And a puffy nose those grimy folks
Grimy folks you know you can't trust um
Ain't no love in the battlefield
Yeah it's real grab the steel
Niggas know that I'm bout my bread
Fuck with me nigga Imma aim at your head
Bust your shit wide open like a melon
Fuck with me nigga and my folks ain't telling
Only ones that seen it ain't no witness
Fuck with me my nigga finna get the business
The business buddy
Bout to get muddy in the grimy field
Cause we in the field
Like soldiers of war
Telling you stories from the Godfather
See me on my grind
See me on my game
Like all the time
Like MJ when he spitting his rhymes
On the B-Ball court
Ain't no child support
Cause we raising our kings
Nigga we some kings like Moses
Yawl some hoses
Fucking with me and yawl posing
But I am real ordeal real cloth real fabric
Come against the team boy go and pick a casket
Tisket for tasket
Send your ass back to hell in a hand basket
Don't you know we stretch money like elastic
Chewing gum fuck with my niggas you would run
Cause we got big K's big choppers
Don't you know we will spray at you doctor
At your teacher at your mother
At your post office man at your brother
We don't fuck with them niggas we don't like you
Fuck with my nigga aiming that rifle
If the fam got to eat ain't nothing
Boy shit will get disgusting
It'll get nasty
Boy my voice get raspy
Cause I be smoking blunts
Yawl niggas don't want none
Hey I from that Westside
And don't you know in the Chi
That's that best side
And don't you know I got love for that Southside
And don't you know my Granddaddy on that Southside
And don't you know my mama side on that Southside
And don't you know all my family will leave your mouth wide
And leave your shit leaking
Boy I ain't tweaking
Boy I'm just speaking
Boy you best be listening
And boy my diamonds glisten
And boy that Rollie glisten
And don't you know my nigga boy you better pay attention
Because a nigga like me Imma spit the game to you
Don't you niggas know boy this shit will get brutal
Motherfucking fatality
Hoes see me they say that's your majesty
Man he is thou
He the problem child
I'm the golden child
And we know how to smile
Cause we take awhile
To get our money up
But we running now
All horses up
Talking 350
I'm talking Key Griffey
High batting average
Yawl niggas cowards
My niggas savage
No Bob Saget
Attract hoes like a magnet
We blowing out the gasket
Blowing out the gasket
Putting fade niggas in the casket
Boy you can't mask it you too fake
Come in this bitch spraying like Two Face
Call me the fucking Riddler
You are the fucking Batman
Hit you niggas in your fucking head you need a cat scan
To see how your shit done came a loose
Don't you niggas know I come to bid don't want no truce
Hell naw nigga we ain't trying to make friends
Yawl fuck niggas yawl some fake friends
We don't like them types
Don't you niggas know need some baby wipes
Cause I'm straight shitting on the track nigga
And don't you know that um
Choppers put you on your back nigga
Well well 9 10 11 12
Take a step inside and you ain't gonna last
Cause my gun gonna blast
Sending ya back straight to hell
Back back back back back to where ya came from
Yeah yeah back to where ya came from
Back back back your ass up I don't like your smell
Grab ya by the tail swing your ass straight to hell
All up in my business it never fails
Back back back back back back back back
Back back back back back back
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