Mic Dawson - ROAD KILL Lyrics

Anywhere you go
You hear them sooths soothin' right there
Ya see, there's a young prick in the ground with a mothaf*cka
Nigga, kill the bloodclaat

Nigga, murder the bloodclaat
Nigga, kill ya
If you're a prick, you're a bloodclaat
Guns and mothaf*cka

Play, play, f*ck me twice
Yeah
Nigga, shut the f*ck up
Ay, bitch, I come from GB

I go up with ZB
I come from tapes and CDs
To tablets, phones, and TVs
So now when niggas see me

I'm in the B-E-N-Z
I got a crispy ten piece
Like chicken if you send me
You'll have to put it in me

Make sure that it's empty
I can watch you die slow
Order me some Gengis
Greedy, never stingy

Grimy, never dingy
Hate, I never envy
But spit like DJ Envy
Had to let it breathe and shit

Take a hit of weed and shit
Robbin', never thievin' shit
Bobbin', always weavin' shit
No talkin', let me see this shit

Don't follow on some leader shit
You somethin' or a piece of shit
Which one, huh
Please, somebody tell me that

If you know that wasn't no good
Why would you try to sell me that
Livin' since the neighborhood
Where police used to trail me

Hadn't I been in these streets my whole life
I can smell a rat
Niggas think they so real
Dead rats in the street

Niggas look like roadkill
Niggas think they so real
Dead rats in the street
Niggas look like roadkill

Niggas think they so real
Dead rats in the street
Niggas look like roadkill
Yeah

Roadkill
I smell a sewer rat
You talkin' point and guns
What the f*ck is you gon' do with that

We just shootin' shit
Not even hittin' with you
Shootin' at
The problem is

You niggas ain't used to
Niggas shootin' back
Blah, blah
Take that up the street with you

Sad part about it is
I'd rather eat than beef with you
Keep your eyes open on the freak
That's in the sheets with you

Cause a bitch can hurt you
Cut you deep through the meat tissue
Only way you sleep in peace
Is with your piece with you

If you get caught without your piece
That's a deep issue
Hey
These priors got on wearin' wires

I can't believe these niggas cause they liars
I'm just sick and tired
Niggas make me laugh like Richard Pryor
I hope your body dances in the fire

I'm just sick and tired
Niggas make me laugh like Richard Pryor
I hope your body dances in the fire
Roadkill

Niggas think they so real
Dead rats in the street
Niggas look like roadkill
Niggas think they so real

Dead rats in the street
Niggas look like roadkill
Niggas think they
Dead rats

Niggas look like roadkill
Yeah, yeah
Police got a chokehold of you
You know man, they choke niggas to death

Roadkill
That mean you be dead when they through
Right, did you know that
Wait, the niggas goin

Yeah, we know why for no, I had no idea
Yeah, two grab your legs
One grab your head
Oh snap, oh shit, he broke