Death Of 150

Scooby fuckin' Souljas, man Real rats, man (real rat, man) I'm like, "Fuck everybody" Like, fuck 'em They ain't did shit for us anyway (shit for us anyways) FEB, man You already know how I'm rockin' Fuck 'em, Shootashellz Uh, I see your rappin' ass don't wanna shoot (whoo) To get to you, I see I had to step up in the booth (whoo) You leave the city with your niggas, then I'm comin' too (I'm on his ass) You in the buildin', you gon' see me comin' through the roof (I'm on his ass) It's been a struggle, but real niggas seem to make it through And if I catch you back on Essex, you gon' make the news (boom, boom) Then RapCatchUp and Kollege Kidd gon' have you on the 'Tube (boom, boom) So tell Lil Roc, Kobe and Fazo you gon' see 'em soon (bitch, you dead) You niggas fu' down to the root, you pussy niggas fu' (niggas fu') Come out the blue, pole in your face like it was peek-a-boo (peek-a-boo) Like Pikachu, I come to strike, I see a nigga snooze (ay, ay) They say I move like a ninja, they see me comin' through But not to mention, I've been to prison from bitches snitchin' (what?) But I ain't trippin', a little sentence come with the business (nah) It's back to business, forget these bitches, I'm tryna get it They in the way tryna block the vision, I'm on a mission (I'm on a mission) If he No Limit, I get the Smith and forget the witness (die L's) That finger itchin', I get to twitchin' and feelin' different Two new extensions, I'm on a mission, I get to spinnin' Bro say, "It's hot, 12 whippin'," I ain't tryna hear it (what?) My oppositions want me gone like yesterday (like yesterday) They probably prayin' to the Lord, sayin', "Take me away" (take me away) That's 'cause they know I'm on a hunt and I lurk where niggas stay (where niggas stay) Plus they can't catch me out here lackin', that shit OVA (that's OVA) Ay, I got some hitters on your head, nigga They on your ass over some shit that you done said, nigga We know you flodgin, we don't honor what you said, nigga 'Cause you ain't ballin' like you Kobe 'til you dead, nigga ('til you dead) With these two pistols, I ain't shootin' at your legs, nigga (nah) I'm on the eight, I'm grabbin' niggas by the dreads, nigga Two to the face, then give him two more to the head, nigga I be too turnt when I'm drillin' like I see red, nigga Fresh over East and I got heat if niggas wanna tweak (what's up?) Ain't tryna speak, just let me know where niggas wanna meet (what's up?) It's fuck the peace and fuck defeat, you pussy niggas sweet Down to the T, and I'm exposin' you on every beat 'Cause niggas know that you a ho' and you ain't ever blow And niggas know who made the news when you was at the store They name droppin' in my hood, just let the city know Now niggas know that I'm a threat and that I'm trained to go I keep a pole, I plan to blow and leave you on the floor This shit for bro, think it's that and get took out your shit (this shit for bro) Nobody know that on the low this nigga had a flow I give 'em more and give 'em more, a nigga tryna blow I heard the truth is what they want, so I'ma give 'em that I asked the city what they want, they said they want the facts (they want the facts) You better be on point, you bitches better not lack If you get caught, you get the clip since niggas wanna lack (niggas lack) But all that dissin' in your raps is what's gon' get you clapped Havin' your niggas out there neckin' what's gon' get 'em whacked And you know where I'm from, so you know where I'm at (The Five) You thought this shit was over like I wasn't gon' get you back Bitch, fuck Lil Herb Fuck Fazo, fuck Vito, fuck Roc, fuck C-Moe Fuck Pistol P, fuck Kobe in that order Fuck Cap, Capo, whatever the fuck y'all wanna call him The whole 150, whoever dead or alive Fuck the opps, bitch (bitch...)