R.P.M.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shawnna] Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked In the pen gone; fittin' to rot 'cause he did wrong Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the Glock left his wig home Sellin' rock on the big phone In the projects niggas run up on yo set with the tech' out Leave you wet with yo chest out Killa niggas realer niggas have a nigga fill a never realer nigga Drill a nigga fuckin' with a villian never spill a nigga Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac Me and mah bitches all strapped Puffin' the sack and wе be sippin' on 'gnac Fittin' to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (Ooh-ooh!) Niggas, I'm with thеy put the fifth to yo whole melon I'm with the murderers and known felons I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin' nigga Roll for mah bitches that be droppin' in the strip clubs Tryin' get 'em a lil' somethin' If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones Then you get you a big gun Muthafuckas in the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch Put it straight to you don't miss Now you fuckin' wit them gangstas, ballers, hoes, hustlas Bangas, niggas that wit them real muthafuckas like whoa! [Chorus: Ludacris] It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him (What?), drill him (What?) Fill him, fill him (What, what?) It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him (What?), drill him (What?) Fill him, fill him (What, what?) [Verse 2: Twista] Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down To whoever hurtin' in the hood and ballers with twenty two's on big trucks To my thugs that call over to they mob And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine To my niggas that ain't hoes; if they have to They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up And I'm talkin' about go like I'm smokin' the bone Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up Got you feelin the holy ghost through your body Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin' up Up the streets stuffed the beats So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes Beamers, Excursions, bumpin' systems TV's and them twenty's spinnin' Mob for them niggas that done came up off them hard times K-Town, West side, South side Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off Dealers get your work off; you wanna party Full of hustle niggas killer niggas gangsta niggas chill niggas Baller niggas thug niggas player haters real niggas [Chorus: Ludacris] It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him (What?), drill him (What?) Fill him, fill him (What, what?) It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him (What?), drill him (What?) Fill him, fill him (What, what?) [Verse 3: Shawnna] I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryna compete me I'm from the hood South side, West side Where niggas'll put a muthafuckin' slug in mah enemy Motown, Pucketown, do or die The difference between a muthafuckin' thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamba Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga pop a nigga little with the rocket nigga Puff pass say you love that We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed" 'Cause I been feelin like Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga Chi about to show the muthafuckas how to rush a nigga Crush that put it on momma On everything I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana To thangs Shawnna gonna throw it on ya Flows leave you froze in a comma We so relentless, you know Chi gone bring the business Blows to yo' dome in an instance Home of them Folks and the Mo's and the King's and the Fo's And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God! [Chorus: Ludacris] It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him (What?), drill him (What?) Fill him, fill him (What, what?) It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him (What?), drill him (What?) Fill him, fill him (What, what?)