Road Kill

Anywhere you go You hear them sooths soothin' right there Ya see, there's a young prick in the ground with a mothafucka Nigga, kill the bloodclaat Nigga, murder the bloodclaat Nigga, kill ya If you're a prick, you're a bloodclaat Guns and mothafucka Play, play, fuck me twice Yeah Nigga, shut the fuck 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 fuck 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