Lissin - Al-Qaeda Lyrics

Look like I'm comin' straight outa' Al Qaeda, uh, yeah
Look like I'm comin' straight outa' Al Qaeda...
1125 Playmaker shit
Red Hummer
Hey
Yuh
Shh...

Run through a check like I'm Usain, yeah
I'll drop a bomb like I'm Hussein, yeah
Yo' little bitch on the food chain, yeah
I'll kick yo' shit like I'm Liu Kang, yeah
I got more niggas than Wu-Tang, yeah
Wipe niggas out like a shoe stain, yeah
Take niggas out like they shoes stank, yeah
So hungry I could eat a food bank, Ah
I-45, K Packs
I got white cleaner than AJAX
Bitches be wishin' I'd say that
I do not know where the cape at
I do not go where the fake at
Aim where a snitch nigga face at
Hold up man I ain't even say that
Like P Diddy said, "Take that"
POW
I run that crowd
My Granny proud
The hustle real
No backin' down
I'm outa town
You niggas clowns
Don't entertain it
It don't amount
I'm on the mound
Pitchin' at bitches and strikin' 'em out
LISSIN I'm lifted I'm lightin' it now
Knockin' 'em down
Like Mike in one round
I'm bitin' it down like I'm on attack
I'm popped like a tag, I'm 'bout to spaz
Taz... Manian
Bitch look Armenian
Nigga can't play me
I'm crackin' like 80's
I'm crazy like Haiti
I'll Kidnap yo' baby
Bet nigga pay me
Prison that raised me
Niggas gon' hate me
I'm what they can't be
I'm on that A-Team
You on that late team
Uh, Uh
Bitch give me head in the Uber
Yeah
Kept re-adjustin' my Ruger
Yeah
Smilin' but I see right through you
Yeah
Niggas' intentions be bad
Bitches' intentions be bad
Focused on gettin' that bag
F*ck on them hoes and I dash
Skrrrrt
There go them tires
Nigga who higher
Than the Messiah
I got that fire
I am a lighter
Look like I'm comin' straight outa Al Qaeda
Killas around me, got murder for hire
Nigga be lurkin' don't know I got snipers
Tell yo' bitch pull up just like she a diaper
Wear so much leather they think I'm a biker

Uh, Uh, yeah
Look like I'm comin' straight outa Al Qaeda
Uh, Uh, yeah
Look like I'm comin' straight outa Al Qaeda
Uh, Uh, yeah
Killas around me got murder for hire
Nigga be lurkin' don't know I got snipers
Tell yo' bitch pull up just like she a diaper

Aimin' that toola at yo' medulla
Now yo' basura
Uh, Uh
All of my shootas
Are really shootas
You can not fool us
You were like Buddha
Choppa run through ya
Now you like Kunta
F*ck all them rumors
I'm like a mover
Packin' that room up
Uh, Uh
Even them cougars tryna get to us
'Cause we so Super
Uh, Uh
Leavin' 'em clueless
You an illusion
We are the truest
Uh, Uh
What are you doin'?
What you pursuin'?
That's why you losin'?
Uh, Uh
My nigga coolin'
But we got Rugers
Fo' all the rudeness

Uh, Uh, yeah
Look like I'm comin' straight outa Al Qaeda
Uh, Uh, yeah
Look like I'm comin' straight outa Al Qaeda
Uh, Uh, yeah
Killas around me, got murder for hire
Nigga be lurkin' don't know I got snipers
Tell yo' bitch pull up just like she a diaper
Uh, Uh, yeah

Mo' City, Texas, man...
Shout-out to all my niggas
4, 000, Hiram Clarke; Southside, Houston
Yeah
Ram, Shelby , Toolie Boy Jared, Lamar, Nick
All my niggas, free 45
Yeah
Look like I'm comin' straight outa Al Qaeda
Yeah...