Nightmare On Elme Street

Lyrics

[Verse] I don't wanna talk about it Don't nobody call my phone, leave me the fuck alone Ain't too long until we gone, we all gotta die Shit, that's just how I've been feeling Murder rate rising Ain't no talking, whole lot of killing Let's not take it to the internet, keep it on the DL My brother brung them choppas out, wet him up like a seashell Ain't with all that typing shit, I suck at writing details Do his ass on a Friday since he wanna act like he's him Nah this ain't a diss song, that ain't what I'm here for I believe in revenge, the fuck Imma shed a tear for? Bitch I'm in the hood, the fuck Imma disappear for? I hang around bitches that tote straps, fuck a dildo Ay boy I'm dying behind this shit, the fuck you talking bout? Police in my section, where the weapons? There ain't no choppas out Jimi Hendrix whole lot of guitars we could rock out It's gon happen in due time, niggas just never pop out Smiley hit my line like "what it is? I'll be home soon" Told him "we can't wait much longer, gotta get him gone soon" Out the womb, tryna send a nigga where his dogs at All that stressing "R.I.P." like you gon get your dogs back Rest up to lil Prosper and lil Tay we ain't gon speak on that Once we get the call on where he stay, we gon sleep on that Ay I'm just a rapper I ain't living what I'm talking facts How you gon disrespect your Pops with all that talking back? Everybody on go behind me, the whole hood love me Chevy said he hungry we gon pull up, *dew dew* cookin cousins Pull up, hop out, get to bussin I'm just talking bout a movie Niggas goofy, worried bout Lil Poppa like a fucking groupie Nah, we ain't stressing bout that shit, we gon handle the business Have my hittas catch you slippin, come and post up in the trenches See me, Imma tell the truth, that ain't how you livin But since you lying, Imma lie, that nigga really with it LOL, plus I fucking laugh I'm rolling on the floor Niggas having undercover pressure prolly by their own Nigga said he know who killed my dog you must be JSO Niggas trippin, boy you better keep that shit up on the low [Outro] Oh you know who killed my dog? You must be JSO, boy you a hoe, yeah Oh you know who killed my dog? You must be JSO, boy you a hoe, yeah Like Ace we gon kill em slow