The Blues E

Come on, come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on. Ain't nothing nice or sweet. Huh? Damn, you don't much understand that? Look. Now when I crawl up out the Rover, I quarters and O's, and.44's under my clothes. I'm drunk and blowed, and I done told them Boys if they play, I dump them mothers. Now they finding niggas every day slumped in Gutters. I come through on the block, strap bumping Rubber. For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer. Stumbling from the Courvoisier and lots of Hate. It make me run in your place and Take your pops away. See, they got niggas in My hood who can't cop the yay. So I could get it understood and have you Chopped today. And not to say, I could even Hit your block and spray. And try to knock all the bone structure out Your face. Stick a potato on the head of My nine, it's deadly and quiet. Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig. The plan is to take everything and kill 'em All. Young or old nigga, big or small. Ain't nothing nice. Ain't nothing nice around here, Stupid. Keep playing, you won't see next year, Stupid. And in the van, there's a box in The back full of plenty of tools. And when you see me on the block, I Come to give 'em the blues. Look, now we all do dumb things. Playing with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em. I murder his father right in front of Him. None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout. Pull up in the Бубе, hop out, Then let a couple pop out. I got two double Desert Eagles, busting at your Peoples. Cussing at polices and roughing up your Nieces. See, we just off the meters, don't leave Without the heaters. Believe this, my niners got More shells than Adidas. You see this big jacket? Bonitas, Glocks, and Millimeters. Run up on your family and pop your Señoritas. A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil' Baby. Denim holla tips, just miss that lil' baby. This is definite, step to me, get a hysterectomy. Technically, I murder anyone who disrespecting me. Seventeen, Carrington, mess with me, I bury one. .380, I carry one, come to kill up everyone. Ain't nothing nice around here, stupid. Keep playing, you won't see next year, stupid. And in the van, there's a box in the Back full of plenty of tools. When you see me on the block, I come To give 'em the blues. Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Weezy cop. And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breathe and Stop. Believe it or not, the keys ten G's A pop. Until I die, F on the ego, That B's the block. And heat so hot, and Four hundred degrees the spot. And weed and 'Gnac got me wanna be the Cop. I grease the Glock, the scope with the Beam and dot. And I'm hanging out the Beamer Top, releasing shots. Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly. Niggas drop hourly, running your economy. Nigga, follow me, now there's nothing that could Bother me. Creep up in your window while you're Sleeping, take your chow, homie. I'm wild, and Weezy more foul than Dennis Rodman. Slide up in a blue truck and shoot up A whole lot of men. A lot of heat, A lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudemire. Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with Bodies by your... Ain't nothing nice around here, Stupid. Keep playing, you won't see next year, Stupid. And in the van, there's a box in The back full of plenty of tools. And when you see me on the block, I Come to give 'em the blues