Death Of 150

Scooby fuckin' Souljas, man

Real rats, man (real rat, man)

I'm like, "Fuck everybody"

Like, fuck 'em

They ain't did shit for us anyway (shit for us anyways)

FEB, man

You already know how I'm rockin'

Fuck 'em, Shootashellz

Uh, I see your rappin' ass don't wanna shoot (whoo)

To get to you, I see I had to step up in the booth (whoo)

You leave the city with your ****, then I'm comin' too (I'm on his ass)

You in the buildin', you gon' see me comin' through the roof (I'm on his ass)

It's been a struggle, but real **** seem to make it through

And if I catch you back on Essex, you gon' make the news (boom, boom)

Then RapCatchUp and Kollege Kidd gon' have you on the 'Tube (boom, boom)

So tell Lil Roc, Kobe and Fazo you gon' see 'em soon (bitch, you dead)

You **** fu' down to the root, you pussy **** fu' (**** fu')

Come out the blue, pole in your face like it was peek-a-boo (peek-a-boo)

Like Pikachu, I come to strike, I see a **** snooze (ay, ay)

They say I move like a ninja, they see me comin' through

But not to mention, I've been to prison from bitches snitchin' (what?)

But I ain't trippin', a little sentence come with the business (nah)

It's back to business, forget these bitches, I'm tryna get it

They in the way tryna block the vision, I'm on a mission (I'm on a mission)

If he No Limit, I get the Smith and forget the witness (die L's)

That finger itchin', I get to twitchin' and feelin' different

Two new extensions, I'm on a mission, I get to spinnin'

Bro say, "It's hot, 12 whippin'," I ain't tryna hear it (what?)

My oppositions want me gone like yesterday (like yesterday)

They probably prayin' to the Lord, sayin', "Take me away" (take me away)

That's 'cause they know I'm on a hunt and I lurk where **** stay (where **** stay)

Plus they can't catch me out here lackin', that shit OVA (that's OVA)

Ay, I got some hitters on your head, ****

They on your ass over some shit that you done said, ****

We know you flodgin, we don't honor what you said, ****

'Cause you ain't ballin' like you Kobe 'til you dead, **** ('til you dead)

With these two pistols, I ain't shootin' at your legs, **** (nah)

I'm on the eight, I'm grabbin' **** by the dreads, ****

Two to the face, then give him two more to the head, ****

I be too turnt when I'm drillin' like I see red, ****

Fresh over East and I got heat if **** wanna tweak (what's up?)

Ain't tryna speak, just let me know where **** wanna meet (what's up?)

It's fuck the peace and fuck defeat, you pussy **** sweet

Down to the T, and I'm exposin' you on every beat

'Cause **** know that you a ho' and you ain't ever blow

And **** know who made the news when you was at the store

They name droppin' in my hood, just let the city know

Now **** know that I'm a threat and that I'm trained to go

I keep a pole, I plan to blow and leave you on the floor

This shit for bro, think it's that and get took out your shit (this shit for bro)

Nobody know that on the low this **** had a flow

I give 'em more and give 'em more, a **** tryna blow

I heard the truth is what they want, so I'ma give 'em that

I asked the city what they want, they said they want the facts (they want the facts)

You better be on point, you bitches better not lack

If you get caught, you get the clip since **** wanna lack (**** lack)

But all that dissin' in your raps is what's gon' get you clapped

Havin' your **** out there neckin' what's gon' get 'em whacked

And you know where I'm from, so you know where I'm at (The Five)

You thought this shit was over like I wasn't gon' get you back

Bitch, fuck Lil Herb

Fuck Fazo, fuck Vito, fuck Roc, fuck C-Moe

Fuck Pistol P, fuck Kobe in that order

Fuck Cap, Capo, whatever the fuck y'all wanna call him

The whole 150, whoever dead or alive

Fuck the opps, bitch (bitch...)