Bout It

Lyrics

[Hook: T-Rock] He talk alot about the game but he ain't got it, heen got it He talk alotta gangsta shit but he ain't 'bout it, heen 'bout it Come test my gangsta lil buddy like we ain't rowdy Watch me empty out the clip and leave the murder scene cloudy Pussy nigga ya ain't 'bout it, he ain't 'bout it Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it, he ain't ride it He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it, he ain't 'bout it Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it, he ain't ride it He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it [Verse 1: Nasty Nardo] What's the business, are y'all hearin' this? You niggas just can't be serious Delirious they just a (?) Claimin' they killa just as hard as me (?) me, it's hardest knock Never in life did they have to plot Never in life did you pull my card Never in life did you come this hard With no regard it's pimpin' playa Trickin' these hoes out the baby maker Chasin' this paper all around the nation Quick to blast with no hestitation Medication I'm peddlin', altercations I'm settlin' So (?) start (?) before I get into some (?) (?), I shot some down Pick the sucker up with the tommy round Mac got a (?), y'all know the sound Everytime gotta have to clown Everytime gotta have to click Everytime gotta lets it rip Everytime y'all suckers slip I'm givin' you that gangsta shit Them gangsta hits y'all love to hear Buckin' off through yo atmosphere Buckin' off through yo hemisphere I'm outta here, do you hear me clear? (?) spittin' you that game It's Nasty Nardo, Scarecrow jookin' in the Black Rain [Hook: T-Rock] [Verse 2: II Tone] Now I don't listen to that he say, she say Niggas out here lie 'bout gunplay Get up with my bitch and cut yo core then post back up on parkway Niggas lyin' 'bout they shine, ain't got a pot to piss Money matter, bullets scatter, make them cowards slit yo wrist Where the work? I never seen it but you runnin' out of luck Quit that lyin' to the world, you bitches need to man up I give you me in every line cause my granny didn't raise no bitch Yea you 'bout it, hoe I doubt cause we know you full of shit [Verse 3: T-Rock] You don't know what yapping out the mouth and acting hard'll do I show you just what I'm about when I start aimin' darts at you I'm in yo grill like barbecue, if you want it, we can bring it Bury niggas like the Phoenix, my fire will not extinguish Black gloves, black mask, black nigga I'm a soldier like a civilians in Bagdhad nigga It's about to be a sacrifice, the gats and knife'll send 'em to the afterlife It's Black Rain boy, we murk you for the braggin' rights [Hook: T-Rock] [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] BLAY! I am Lord Infamous, it's so ridiculous, how fast I pull out this trigger and hit ya Lil trick you don't want me to come get up with ya 'cause I will erase your punkass out the picture Samurai split ya, .44 lit ya, do not approach cause the locals will get ya Rumblin' rough as rowdy as wizards, kamikaze, split you like scissors Goons and goblins, mobbers, robbers, where I'm from they throb for victims Tag 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em to the river after killers sic 'em It don't matter mane, just pick 'em, put 'em in a bag and zip 'em Aimin' .50, catch you slippin', .223 start to rip 'em Nigga you got it all fucked up, you think I won't put this slug in yo guts Better go and catch a cut before I crank this chainsaw up Slugs you will swallow, I fill you with hollows, yo niggas will follow, there is no tomorrow When I crank this auto, I hit the drank bottle and leavin' yo bodies in the grotto No nigga's safe, no nigga's straight that's the Scarecrow motto And fuckin' with killers that jack a bitch then you hit the lotto I hear you spooky, I hear you tough, I hear you really bad But you just beggin' like a bitch with this heat in yo ass [Hook: T-Rock]