Menace 2 Society

This display of vandalism is just a small fraction of The problem with gangs and rituals Police say they play a role in every crime ranging From drugs to armed robberies Tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity Grey is out to fuck 'em And is lurking out by hiding Bitch you seepin' Leave you pussy bleeding out like I was indecent This summer I'm gon' push a pack across a never reach area I been making bread and serving red just like a pita Jugging walk around the city fiendin' for the needle And the gang will take your soul out for cheddar I'm a reaper Oh no Wanna go back what I wanna go back I don't wanna pop another flow sac Always spend the days and the weeks on the grind Tryna eat, nah fuck that You're at me wanna combat ugh Still so sad I'm a scumbag uh Push another sack and pockets looking fatter Now I'm looking like the motherfucker Kodak ugh I don't love I just fail, yeah Roll a blunt for the head, what Left right down to the boulevard, loud Dirty soda and my dutch Guns hanging out my mount I got frowns on my frowns I got pounds and these sounds And I murder pussy, feed that bitch dick up in the pound yeah Leave 'em up inside the chamber, let 'em out eventually Their crew goin' face down, put the gold up on the griller I put 'em in a slow cooker, feed up on the energy Then eat a bozo, no all these rappers got their eyes on me Serving out the rocks to the college kids I'm taxing it I been jugging and finessing while I'm counting up these racks bitch Fuck a gram, sell 'cause we smoking out the pack bitch So get up out my face when you talking all that wack shit My bank account on empty I ain't buying shit And Saliva got that perc he be supplying it I'm a jiggy motherfucker no denying it When I get a phone call I get to riding bitch Yeah we getting real sloppy feel like Rocky when I'm Swinging ugh Keep my circle tight, we ride or die fuck who you Bringing ugh Shawty do the split up on my dick she getting freaky But I put the chrome right to your dome if these pussies dissing me River-city style, cruising with a black out mal 187 running shit like it's the fucking mile And my lungs are dead from the cigarettes And your mans is dead 'cause we keep the TEC And my tans is pressed 'cause I don't give a fuck I'm a dead man walking with my hoodie up And I never make a deal unless its with the devil And my eyes are really low when the smoke starts to settle ugh