The Nation of Thizzlam

Lyrics

[Intro: Dubee] That's that real shit, boy That's that real shit, boy Check me out [Verse 1: Dubee] Now let me take time just to set y'all straight Fuck what ya love, it's Crestside out the gate And what that mean, it's me and my team Either Cutthoat Committee or that Five-Tre-Feen Thuggin' with the boys on the A-V-E Gateway and Leonard, hollerin', "Hey, beezy" When they see me, they know the thug be out Don't mug me, pal, I'm the type to let the slug leak out You wonder how I'm all in your town, .50 cal down Ain't no smile, just a thizz and a frown Buttered up to the brim on my brow Grimey out the gutter with that turf know-how, so much style Ain't did my thang in a while, but watch me wizzle wow Hard as Hugh Hefner when I send a bizzle out Don't test me, pal, just go on and check me out First to keep it thug when the guns come out [Chorus: Mac Mall] Nation of Thizzlam, we blast, we bomb Squares out a slum but they can't come this dumb Fully with the hundred-round drum Madman, Crest land where we from Nation of Thizzlam, we blast, we bomb Squares out a slum but they can't come this dumb Fully with the hundred-round drum Madman, Crest land where we from [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Little pig, little pig, let me in I got Jake on my tail tryna take me to the pen And I've already been, it ain't cool If I'm going back, you's a motherfuckin' fool I'm finna call Abdul, he got ID's and socials It's time to kirk out, cuddie, get coastal My homie Oso got the Southwest plug Kiss my daughter, give my mama a hug I'm further, boy, bye-bye now I'm on major thizz and pow-pow now Time to live it up, 'cause I'm going out big Hugh Hef', Bill Gates shit, ya dig? With amenities on deck, my briddy in check A pound of the light finna take to the neck Ain't no tellin' where I'll be tomorrow Bon voyage, nigga, sayonara [Chorus: Mac Mall] Nation of Thizzlam, we blast, we bomb Squares out a slum but they can't come this dumb Fully with the hundred-round drum Madman, Crest land where we from Nation of Thizzlam, we blast, we bomb Squares out a slum but they can't come this dumb [Verse 3: PSD] I got a 7-3 revvin', a 7-3 Chevy Classic, a 7-5 ElDog Caddy I got a few hoes, by all of which I'm called daddy Love that cooch hole but to cutthoats, it's called babby No jail time, them white folk had me No dope but found baggies Undercover cat tried to entrap me It was Chuck Noll, his file and that Vietnamese one And that Filipina fat bitch who slipped and squeezed one Tell mama call the bails bond and go on and cheese 'em Tell the bailiff up in intake to go on and free him See a nigga in them county blues, sure appease 'em Tellin' lies and the jury gon' sure believe him Off of 18 months, I'm bringing all the seasons Sittin' on Donald Goines books, all the sequels Only love is a kite and when I see my peoples Other than that, I'm thinking and breathing equal [Verse 4: Mac Mall] I'm ripped, twisted, bent Sessed out arsonist that keep the Backwoods lit Chemical Ali smoking the poison cat piss So much dope, I said, "That's dain bramage" But still I manage to spit verbal gymnastics Sure 'nough Mactastic, tyrannic tactics Always holdin', you catch me high in traffic Coughin' like asthmatic Spit good game, that's why your broad is a fanatic She all on my dick, and yeah, I let her have it You found she out blew me, and man, it made you quite frantic But best'a get by before you get your brain splattered all on the canvas Certainly savage Give me a heater or with a shank, I'm doing damage Do them off-brands under-handed