Blood On Da Rug (Rizzla Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Left his blood on da rug—evidence Could have been mine or his, so I've been stressed out ever since Left him on the concrete wit' his head split Found out where I live by this, by this, punk bitch Knowin' it's about to crack like an indo sack, I'm hella fucked up So with the heat, I commence to peak out the window, waitin' Ran off the indo, shakin' niggas like Barry Sanders 'cause they weak They weak, hella weak, and I'm at my peak [Verse 1] When I'm buckin' at the enemy, it's like ten of me Choppin' down trees, twistin' up leaves, 'bout to make niggas bleed Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut, get away, got away, rip gut Hit 'em up with enough lead stuff to turn 'em into a magnet Body in da dragnet, keep my Dickies saggin', blue flaggin' Body draggin' down the street to the end of the creek And it's evil you seekin' Creepin' through the grass of the Gardens, dick hard And I'll be draggin' on a Garcia Vega with the green flavor neighbor- Hood make or break a deuce-four, fuck a hoe A lotta niggas don't know but it's lose a hoe, gain a hoe So, bruise a hoe who's to know, really doe, follow me up I'll leave your body in the back of the '84 Cut, all chopped up Look through my window at night, and you can get glass in your eye After that your ass gon' die, screamin', and that's no lie You'll be passin' me by, every night until I come out with the mini Mac And attack like a pit bull off that dumb shit you pulled I'm talkin 'bout… [Chorus] Left his blood on da rug—evidence Could have been mine or his, so I've been stressed out ever since Left him on the concrete wit' his head split Found out where I live by this, by this, punk bitch Knowin' it's about to crack like an indo sack, I'm hella fucked up So with the heat, I commence to peak out the window, waitin' Ran off the indo, shakin' niggas like Barry Sanders 'cause they weak I mean, they weak, hella weak [Verse 2] I know, gotta roll, like dough, blow the whole Eastside into smithereens, leaving all the bloody streams You niggas didn't give a fuck about me So I left you stranded on the Titanic, don't panic You just need some fuckin' heat fuckin' with me Nigga, it's like fuckin' yo' momma Nigga, it's right in front of your face, it's drama Making your space, taking your place Nigga, you weak, weak as fuck Muthafucka, duck, grab your cut Trying to get away from me and my AP, let me know when you had enough Cleaning up these streets, getting rid of these hoes and foes You could see me in my blue clothes, sitting on Trues and Vogues Waitin', see me on the street and you ain't got nothin' to say to me? Well, fuck you, two dicks and a four-fifth, smoke you like a bomb zip Suck blood from my mom's tit, that's how sick I got that gangsta disease—I be lovin' to bring 'em to they knees Make me nut like semen—seemin' like a demon When I red beam 'em, seen 'em, with the AP eatin' up human beings [Chorus] Left his blood on da rug—evidence Could have been mine or his, so I've been stressed out ever since Left him on the concrete wit' his head split Found out where I live by this, by this, punk bitch Knowin' it's about to crack like an indo sack, I'm hella fucked up So with the heat, I commence to peak out the window, waitin' Ran off the indo, shakin' niggas like Barry Sanders 'cause they weak Hella…hella weak [Verse 3] Them niggas that wanna empty out my chest plate I hit 'em with fury and make 'em go sickly from the snake bite A parasite, you ain't tight Try to fuck with a nigga to get right, end up in a pit bull fight Trust me, my trusty heat is rusty Waitin' for the scene to get dusty, and all you see is just me Standing like the last man standing, but I ain't no Bruce Willis Manic depressive and restless, I'm a hog about my juice—feel it? When I plug you with the TEC, ghetto chef Cuttin' niggas up like David Koresh, welcome to your own death When the funk was on, your nigga crept, like a spider Denied her of a life, then nutted all up inside her I kiss the bitches and made 'em switches, get you for all your riches In your backyard I'm diggin' ditches Tend to act hard, you get your lip split My weapon got the chrome dipped like Scottie Pippen I'm dippin' from long range, hit 'em up, what part of the game is it? [Chorus] Left his blood on da rug—evidence Could have been mine or his, so I've been stressed out ever since Left him on the concrete wit' his head split Found out where I live by this, by this, punk bitch Knowin' it's about to crack like an indo sack, I'm hella fucked up So with the heat, I commence to peak out the window, waitin' Ran off the indo, shakin' niggas like Barry Sanders 'cause they weak Hella weak, them bitches be weak, weak