Victim of the Vapes

Lyrics

Ahh, marvelous, we're finna do this again [Verse 1: D-Moe] Victim of the vapes, or should I say vapors? Now in nine-deuce, young niggas makin' paper Hoes on the dick, niggas on the nuts too But I ain't really trippin' to you marks sayin' "Fuck you" Back in the days, you was trippin' on me Sidin' in your cars, steady dippin' on me But see in nine-deuce a young brotha straight clownin' Smokin' on dank, makin' bank, ride clean, you know loungin' And you bitches get slammed like dominoes 'Cause me and JT, yeah, you know we poppin' hoes But at first it was a thang to you Had to talk and walk and pop game to you But here in this day and age, niggas make cash flow Top-notch hoochies, late night turf hoes All get fucked when the crew come through Some on dank, some on chew Some on brew, others on Hennessy Grand Marnier, Tanqueray, gin and juice, G Hoes in the crowd all wanna seduce me Big time ballers wanna talk and produce me But naw, I ain't like that, my pockets already fat Fool you wanna jack, I'm packin' a chrome gat Punk mothafuckas can't fade The Youngsta Bitch-type bustas, D-Moe's a hustler Fools know what happens when the Moe's on the rampage Comin' out the sunroof, bustin' with a twelve gauge It ain't shit but a thing to me 'Cause a gang of y'all fools can't hang with me But back to the goddamn PG While bitches and niggas pay a fee to see me A nigga named D-Moe was born in Frisco Fillmoe, smokin' on indo, hangin' out the window Clownin' all the turf hoes Sippin' on a four-oh And poppin' at Five-O Now he made a date, hoes got the vape Now they searchin' for the Vogues and the clean candy paints Niggas wanna play me, but fool, I ain't goin' out I'm throwin' these dogs well, and knockin' punk niggas out And I'm about to rip shit up For you shakin'-ass sluts who wanna slob on our nuts Me and JT make gangsta shit Seff in the cut 'bout to pop the clip Niggas rollin' spliffs smokin' dank and drankin' juice Drop the top, hide the Glock, let's make the move To the top and don't stop 'til we major Niggas that are bigga, droppin' flava, gettin' vapors To you mothafuckin' stank hoes Low rank hoes sheistin' on a young nigga's bank roll Macks over bitches, young black gangstas Gold 'n Vogues, material hoes Swingin' from the nuts of a nigga makin' G's Who was known, for slangin' MZ's I mean shit, summertime lit With the dank and drank, 'cause the nigga needs a hit Fuck the niggas and bitches don't wanna see a brotha's fame You know, victim of the vapes [Verse 2: JT The Bigga Figga] Niggas kept sayin' "JT" (JT) "Why don't you put your pen down and stick with the D?" And quit tryin' to be a rapper Keep talkin' shit to bitches stealin' cars and bustin' caps at Suckas in your neighborhood And keep livin' your life up to no good Fuck, a jealous ass, broke ass nigga Straight ass-kissin', no-cock gettin' Wanna stick to my balls at a party 'Cause I'm smokin' dank, clockin' bank, drinkin' Grand Marnie' Fuck that shit, hoes on my dick So you want to be in our click? So you can roll, now stop it! Yeah we havin' hoes, makin' money and we poppin' But it don't work that way Not your way, but my way, so now what you wanna say I remember rollin' up in a limo I asked a mothafucka, to listen to the demo Ghetto Boys was rockin', UMC was next Hoes in the crowd, was givin' up sex Quick, quicker than the quickest Talkin' to the bitch, because the bitch was the thickest Knowin' I'm a mack, a player in the game I gotta do my thang and show no mothatfuckin' shame Yeah I'm The Bigga Figga, comin' out of Frisco I gotta let 'em know, this is how we do it in the 'moe But when it come to rhymin', you know I can't fake it But some young punks don't want to see us make it Feelin' my flow, like they drinkin' on juice Bumpin' the bass on a Zap' or a Zeus Talkin' about my lyrics, oh yeah I found 'em They're high as a mountain, our beats are poundin' And I keep rockin', and you can't stop 'em And every concert man we gonna shock it The Zeniths, the Vogues, the players the hoes They everywhere you go in the city of Frisco The macks, the homies, our brothas, the fellas The broke mothafuckas is the ones stayin' jealous 'Cause a few wanna see the downfall of the M.O.B But as you all know, misery love company So go to the store and get the CD and tapes But this is goin' out to the victim of the vapes Biatch [Outro: The Little Figga] Fuck that It ain't no thing to me It's The Little Figga nigga You know what I'm sayin', huh Yeah, The Little Figga Poppin' that shit For the '92 Ha, yeah, for my nigga D-Moe, boy, he tore that shit up My nigga JT came through with that, you know what I'm sayin', he done that So, uh, hold on, let me see, I gotta rap something Yeah, it's The Little Figgaa, comin' through And my nigga The Bigga Figga Poppin' that shit And we outta here for the '92 bitch