Raw God E

I'm ridin' shotgun 'cause I'm ridin' loose See, I keep up on some niggas too They violate the rules It's a menace to society You can call me hurricane 'cause I run up on you quick Then bust a couple spits in your brain Fill your pockets, make it change You sniffin' sauce, it roll the pain A pattern chain I see it hang That's why I had to get your paint Them niggas itchin', dirty twitchin' 100% no fake, no hitches Wanna stir it up, I'm planning Take your shit and get to dippin' Pop a band up, passin' the scene I'm hungry, the dog want burger with cheese Put a pistol in my hand, you and every nigga say I see you fallin' off the stall and off the table into the safe The fanny pack is blowin' like a nigga bust a combination 'cause I got 100 bills that make your ass feel like I made your race You make me feel so good This that gangsta music Turn it up and pump it out the trunk This that gangsta music Grab a thirty and a box of blunts This that gangsta music Bad habit, I'm bigger than a punk This that gangsta music Uh, this that gangsta music Got you petrified and stupid Boy, you shakin' in your boots Pay me 'til your pockets gone before I cock it back and shoot Got your money, took your phone, and that work up on your throat Grab them Jordans off your feet and bust that Gucci leather coat Put your gram up on the scale Bag it up in little baggies Get the block and make my bail And the pops just bust it open 'cause they sniff it up, they know Gotta keep a bust, they freakin' out, they takin' off, they tote Call the van wherever I go 'cause they know I got that dope 50 dollars for a gram, yeah, I got it for the low Plus them haters bite the hot, 'cause they block is in my pocket Got the bag sewed up Why you pussies can't get my pocket?