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