100 Bars & Gunnin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Savage Thug Music The trigger happy strappin' that nigga T.O.E From the M.O.B., run this shit down like [?] From the M.O.B., run this shit down like [?] [Verse] Bitch, I'm on a mission, my destination the grave Aim my choppa to your head, then I take off your toupée Mobbin' four deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin' Had a conversation with the devil, told me, "Get to rippin'" It's the Grey*59, throw your six up in the air Darkness fallin' from above, step across and, bitch, beware I'd rather die from my feet than to live up on my knees True soldier from the trenches, trappin' out the seven seas Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack This shit is kickin' in and I just don't know how to act My remembrance is enough, 'bout to pull a hijack Crash a plane inside of the buildin', now watch the bodies burn As the world turns, police sirens comin' but I'm not concerned Suicidal, lay my ashes inside of a gold urn Shootin' at these bustas so you know murder is what I yearn Get a call, it from my uncle, tell me, "Nephew, what you doin'? Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up the chewin'" Ball 'til the day I fall, hundred gold spokes when I crawl Keep my back along the wall, watch another pussy fall Mind fucked up, keep the toolie like I'm Bobby, mane In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain *59 thug 'til my body turns Grey 'Til you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay Run up, bitch, you don't wanna I keep my gun up 'til the sun up, creep on the come-up I push this gat into your stomach, bitch, I'm the gunner You think you ballin', you no stunna 'cause I'm a hunter This is a stick-up, lay it down when I come around, a mask over my face Buckin' at the window, drive-by, bitches give me space I don't need to talk to nobody 'cause all you suckas fake Bitch, you mad about the fact that your music don't make plays Sellin' reposts, you's a ho, I need ten to spit a flow Twenty bands up at your show, Gorilla comin' out the sko Brown paper bagged up, St. Ides sippin' Like I said in the beginning, I'm a killer on a mission Better back the fuck up 'cause shit's about to get real Call upon the fucking devil so him and I cut a deal Searchin' for another meal, could give a fuck how you feel Bitch, you fuckin' with the wrong one, I'm 'bout to make you squeal