Stormy [힙합]

Ahhh shit hahaha
When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid
niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams
pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where
is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall
when I call they name
We out laws hold your head
niggas all the same
Except some who want more
out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til
its none left
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit' accuracy
They shouldn't talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin'
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees
and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies
you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts
in a get away car
full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etchasketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks
at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs
or easy exits
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears
when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk
like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga
actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail
and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty
you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack
in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga
I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three
and Scrap will neva sleep Aye
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep

(Daz)
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch

(Intro)
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)
Don't stop..
Don't stop..

(Spoken over Intro)
Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there
Niggaz get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!

(Daz)
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
It's about time the mashin is arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel
Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous
Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss
Biatch! (yeah)

(2Pac)
Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha)
I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?
(Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator
They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh)
Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you
I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue
On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke)
Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit
Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis
It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah)
Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt
Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt
I hit the funeral and busted his folks
and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep goin

(Chorus)
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)

(Kurupt)
Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool)
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper
Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
(That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?
Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
(I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't)
The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags

(Chorus)
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*)
Don't stop, don't stop

..
Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump)
For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep
Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers
We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this
for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood
Turn it up, check it out

(Daz)
They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man)
Number one..