Alright

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Here we go now, let's get it Let's get this bag, I'm with it Stay on it, committed If I said it, bitch, I did it Ain't no one running from they enemies, let's keep it hundred Let's keep it real in this dynamic we got you're the hunted Keep a chopping block, when I start swinging, bodies drop Won't stop 'til I'm on top, M16 unlock and pop Go call a paramedic, you don't, you gon' regret it These bars are fueled by gasoline, ain't talking 'bout unleaded We talking 'bout a murder, I watch your label fall You play that shit, I heard it, that's why I don't fuck with y'all Let's give the M.O.B. a call, them boys got Molotovs Burn your top right off, you'll probably call thе law I don't need a motive, I've just been in a mood Thesе hollow tips are coated, go right through yo bulletproof Killers on the move, haters don't know what to do There ain't no turning back, trust me, I've done thought it through Long as I keep breathing, these people never safe Bitch, I got a tool that's on my waist, I'll make you levitate Choke 'em out, suffocate, talkin' foul, let 'em hate Been shot at, been to prison, went to war with heavyweights Can't count these fake ass homies who done stabbed me in the back Take a look, I'll turn around, show my wounds, matter of fact Got a half of mind that aim at you, watch you crack Like Humpty Dumpty tripped and fell, think how I should react [Chorus: Bukshot & Alayna Whelan] Hustlers push weight, mobsters gon' ride Haters gon' hate and I'll be alright I'm alright, what you gon' do fuck around? Take 'em out the game Remind mind 'em, I'm the truth, who the fuck I am What's my name? I'ma, what I'm gon' do I'll be dumping bodies all night No matter who they try to shut up, I'll be alright [Verse 2: Bukshot] They comin', they comin' Line 'em up, knock 'em out Don't watch your propaganda channel, I get word of mouth The streets'll listen to your BS, then report to me Hit my homie Boogie, watch him make you disappear for free This ain't no fucking game, we taking names Show up in the murder van dressed in black, bring the pain Have you ever had a bag covering up yo head? You can hardly breathe or see a thing about to wind up dead Crying for your people, ain't no one coming for ya You hear the goons who took ya laughing, that brings paranoia You feel the dread just like when Rebels see a Star Destroyer Karma comes so many ways, I don't feel sorry for ya Brought this on yourself, acting like a fucking clown Should have listened bitch, The Reaper follows us around Yeah! I know my presence makes the worst convictions It's even gotten worse for them, they found out they're the mission Here we go, lock and load, pick your target, watch 'em fold Let these fake ass rappers know they dealing with a seasoned pro Y'all just some rookies entitled for some clout I'm not one to give it though, earn that shit and walk it out (Wa-walk it out) Fully charged, annihilators 'bout to dump Treat y'all like some zombies on the moon, y'all a bunch of chumps Watching from a distance, lurking just like Jaws Clap you any given moment, they call that applause [Chorus: Bukshot & Alayna Whelan] Hustlers push weight, mobsters gon' ride Haters gon' hate and I'll be alright I'm alright, what you gon' do fuck around? Take 'em out the game Remind mind 'em, I'm the truth, who the fuck I am What's my name? I'ma, what I'm gon' do I'll be dumping bodies all night No matter who they try to shut up, I'll be alright