R.P.M.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shawnna] Shawnna, kick hot shit for bitches That got they baby daddies locked in the pen gone Fittin' to rot, cause he did wrong, run up on the cops And he hit 'em with the Glock, left his wig home Sellin' rock on the big phone In the projects, niggas run up on your set With the tech' out, leave you wet with your chest out Killer niggas, realer niggas, have a nigga Feel a never realer nigga Drill a nigga, fuckin' with a villain, never spill a nigga Fuck that! Nigga bust back We in the 'Lac, me and my bitches all strapped Puffin the sack, and we be sippin on 'gnac Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!) Niggas I'm with, they put the fifth to your whole melon I'm with the murderers and known felons I gotta pop a nigga, drop a nigga, rock a nigga Shock a nigga, lock a nigga, fuck a nigga, cop the floppin' nigga Roll for my bitches, that be droppin' in the strip clubs Tryin' get 'em a lil' somethin' If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss For the big ones, then you get you a big gun Motherfuckers in the Chi', like to put it yo' eye If it's on, bitch, put it straight to you, don't miss Now you fuckin' with them gangsters, ballers, hoes Hustlers, bangers, niggas that with them real motherfuckers Like whoa! [Chorus: Ludacris] It's real real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) It's real real on the block, I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) [Verse 2: Twista] Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; For my homies locked down to whoever hurtin In the hood and ballers with 22s on big trucks To my thugs that call over to they mob And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine To my niggas that ain't hoes; if they have to They will steal a nigga, touch a nigga, check a nigga, cut a nigga Pull the trigger, bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker, nigga Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk, go and weed it up And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up Got you feelin the Holy Ghost through your body Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up Up the streets stuffed the beats So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes Beamers, Excursions, bumpin systems TVs and them twenties spinnin Mob for them niggas that done came up off them hard times K-Town, Westside, Southside Murder us for the money That's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off Dealers get your work off; you wanna party Full of hustle niggas killer niggas gangsta niggas chill niggas Baller niggas thug niggas player haters real niggas [Chorus: Ludacris] It's real real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) It's real real on the block, I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) [Verse 3: Shawnna] I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry Tryin to compete with me I'm from the hood, Southside, Westside Where niggas'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy Motown, Pucktown, do or die The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber, get a nigga, stick a nigga Put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga, pop a nigga, little with the rocket, nigga Puff, pass, say you love that We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed" Cause I been feelin like, fuck a nigga, bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga Crush that, put it on momma On everything I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana To things Shawnna gonna throw it on ya Flows leave you froze in a coma We so relentless, you know Chi gone bring the business Blows to yo' dome in an instance Home of them Folks and the mos and the kings and the 4s And the BDs and lows and the fiends and the hoes And, God! [Chorus: Ludacris] It's real real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) It's real real on the block, I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)