Menace 2 Society
[Intro]
(StupidDog)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
A nigga move on our block, he gon' move today
When you walk down on that nigga, remove his face
Mount Morris tryna take us down 'cause we movin' weight
Bro went broke, he wanna rob 'cause he losin' faith
I don't give a fuck about rap, I thought I told you that
I just walked in with four 'bows in a grocery bag
Dog tryna get a verse from me, I just ho'd his ass
You did dirt with him and he snitched, I just told your ass
Seen your opp and you ain't do shit, I would've blowed his ass
Lil' nigga, you ain't with the shit, nigga, go to class
If my nigga don't shoot at opps, I'm gon' take his mask
If my nigga fall the fuck off, help him make it back
[Verse 2: YSR Dee Rich]
Mind of a maniac, I'm labeled as a menace
I hit my targets when I slide, I don't leave no witness
I want my opps to OD and I want to kill 'em
Heard he got popped in the car, we don't know who hit him
Told my mans when we slide, I bet I hit a head
We broke even when we slid, we both hit a head
I'll really catch a body and go to the feds
I'll take you upstairs if bands on your head
LDG hit Walgreens and got cash back
If you wanna beef with me, you better have Aflac
My young dogs be on that, they really slatt slatt
This summer, I'ma have the L doin' jumpin' jacks
Ran off on the plug, left him sick, he want his shit back
He put it in my hands and turned around, why would he do that?
Put the four-five into his face, he had a heart attack
He should've seen it in my eyes that I be on that
[Verse 3: Driveway Baby]
It's been a long day out of town crackin' cards
I done fucked around and ran a check up at Menards
I got niggas sellin' zips of meth and some zips of hard
Try some shit up on our block, you won't make it far
We got Dracs and heavy guns, we'll make 'em spark
Aimin' bullets at your whip like a fuckin' dart
And it's beams on the heat so we can see at dark
Don't try to push the pedal hard 'cause we'll flip your car
All my niggas lions in the field, y'all ain't got no heart
Bitch tried to suck me up, but her breath was tart
I'm gettin' irritated as fuck, I'm finna pop a bar
Nigga, you can't afford this Cookie, this a different jar