Intro (Ghetto Assassin)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Hoo Hahahaha, yeah This my type of shit right here, done got out Guess what? Ayy [Verse] This a thirty pointer diamond link I don't need GPS for me to find the street I'll rap all night, you just gotta find the beats Bullets in the BMG look like flyin' trees Ain't no "I" in "team" Take a two-liter, fill that bitch with all Trishiana Nigga, it don't matter how she look, you still gon' get behind her Double rice when we at Benihanas Don't go to war with nan' one of us, 'cause we got plenty choppers We got the gas to the floor, you hear the hemi poppin' I got a pint from nephew, he charged me sixty dollars Forty-seven extra clips with me, could shoot for sixty hours I can't fuck her no more, she got pussy power Went to fuck another bitch and didn't take a shower Ooh, that's nasty, ain't it? And she ate the whole fuckin' thing when I ejaculated Daughter out here gettin' beat down, I know her daddy hate it Type of nigga I ain't get shit for my graduation I just looked up, thanked God, and be glad I made it Hold on, let me run and get my gun out of [?][0:50] basement Bitch, I'm top three in this game, let me grab the rankings Shit, bitch said her pussy good, I'm tryna see somethin' She let me fuck her in the car, I gave her three hundred Leave the house tonight, knock on the door like did I leave somethin'? Fuck around and mop the whole house, I'm tryna clean somethin' I got the devil on my shoulder, I can't get him off Five-thousand-dollar 'fits, I got plenty— ahh Five-thousand-dollar 'fits, I got plenty sauce I got more drip in my closet than what your hemi cost Damn, I need some Act' bad Threw a switchy on my Glock to make it act bad Ridin' with a hundred thousand dollars in a black bag When you makin' money every day, you can stack fast And that's some real shit I got a baby Draco with a killswitch I just popped a Vicodin, I wanna feel shit I'll kill you 'bout my bitch, I'm not Will Smith On some real shit I just found some Hi-Tech, this an old eight Big motor in the oldie make the road shake I like to spice things up, bring me some Old Bay She sucked the blood out my dick, I'm like, "Woah, bae" You gotta slow it down You better hope you ain't catchin' nothin' out here hoein' 'round Pull up to your granny crib— I'm, ayy Pull up to your granny— hold on, naw Pull up to your granny crib, I'm finna blow it down Police got behind me, hit the corner, throw it out Stompin' in the TRX when it's snowin' out You'd get there a lil' faster when you know the route Shit, and I know the route Street ballin' on these niggas, they can't check up Two hundred thousand really ain't shit, I got my check up Twenty thousand on me, blow a ten, put the rest up Bitch, you suck dick? She like, "Mike, you got me messed up" Haha