Me Against Da World (OG) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tired of this bullsh*t, now I'm on the downlow
Creeping while you sleeping
Trick or treating with my lights low
Skullcap, gloves tight, loading up the nine Glock
Strollin' through the Springcreek, looking for yo chilling spot
You gon' be a victim to a Tommy Wright homicide
D.L.E you can't survive, no way you could stay alive
f*ck you punk b*tch, listen to this gauge blast (gunshot)
Wrap you in my sheets cause I can't supply yo bodybag
Actin' j' cause I went solo with my studio
Used you for a couple of songs and never paid you sissy hoe
Step slow, real quick, D.L.E - suck my di*k
You know where to find me n*gga
In the middle of these skreets
4 Corners where I stay, ain't na' n*gga runnin' punk
You gon' die or I'm gon' die
Cause it ain't no room for both of us
Weak tapes that you made, n*ggas be laughing at yo sh*t
In ya room f*ckin' off, while I'm digging on yo b*tch
Talk sh*t, run yo mouth, shoot me if you got nuts
Ain't no vest on your chest, you gon' be a bloody mess
If I can't find you I know where yo mama stay
Winchester, Springcreek, left first driveway

[Hook]
Do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f*ckin take me
f*ck all y'all Switch
[Verse 2]
Verse two talk about another punk that I hate
A b*tch named Lynchin D, commercial appeal front page
That's where you gon' end up, f*ckin' with 4 Corner folks
Talk behind these n*ggas backs, blow away my pistol smoke
Murder charge when I catch you slippin' with that ugly tongue
I ain't got consent when these bullets hit my f*ckin gun'
Dead on the scene, n*gga you gossip more than them whores
Tellin' people that you're coming to kill me
When I went on tour
Took a chance going outta town with that, sorry trick
You ain't kin to Skinny Pimp so quit jocking on his di*k
Could have killed me plenty times
What the f*ck you waiting for
Stick my di*k in Lynchin mouth
Let's see if Lynchin can talk some more

[Hook]
Do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f*ckin take me
f*ck all y'all It's me Against The World f*ck you f*ck
f*ck f*ck you mane what do you hoes wanna do
I said what you wanna do switch

[Verse 3]
Tommy Wright on the creep, comin' from this westside
Livewire, keep ya boys safe from this drive by
Bullsh*t you not, I'm out to lay them bustas on the gravel
Motherf*ckin' imitation wanna be some f*ckin' rappers
Keep them n*ggas straight, Tre 8 you betta watch yourself
Once I see ya 57 couger you gon meet yo death
Call yo punk Big C, bring the f*ckin SMG
Tommy Wright the hated n*gga from 4 Corners Pimpin V
Mad at me cause I erased yo raps come and get you some
Livewire, yo kids gon' get me sat back to the Panafarm
Glock c*cked, tryin' to send these bustas to the mortuary
Nothin but a bunch of fat boys, eat the cemetery b*tch!
[Hook]
Do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f*ckin take me
f*ck all y'all Switch

[Verse 4]
Blast on these b*tches , a hoe named 3-0-4
n*gga wanna be Scarecrow, I'll put yo ass on deathrow
A b*tch like him go dumb
Cause I made this n*gga a whole tape
Then he caught the big head
Said that he used me, why do n*ggas trate?
Motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t
Put a gun to his head and blow 'em away
Put him on his knees get blesses like a G
And quick put 3-0-4 off in his grave
I ain't got no love, put on my gloves, I wanna see blood
Tellin' folks you gonna assassinate me, you hate me
But them bullets you got can't scrape me
Die muthaf*cka, where you from? n*gga make up yo mind!
First you said the Garden, then the Mound
I make it up for you with this nine
I'm the only n*gga standing, how the smoke has finally cleared
Meet me up on walker if yo body ain't tired from holdin' fear
Now you up in busta world, rappin' in the cafeteria
Bullets ain't got no name, but one got yours
Cause my murders are serial
Trippin off yo ass, rappin' in bathrooms, beatin' on tables
Step up if you ready to get yo rap up when you willin' and able
[Hook]
Do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f*ckin take me
It's the me against the world

[Verse 5]
Loc'ed out, dressed in black, lookin' for some pretty boys
Shawty Pimp and MC Spade need some bodies in they graves
Nothin' but some spoiled brats mom and dad buy they clothes
Never shot a f*ckin' gun, never sold no f*ckin' dope
Trading hard, pull yo cards, see if you are what you say
Smack you with that gat, in the end, bring the yellow tape
Lying ass b*tches mane, won't you hoes quit (?) ?
Homemade ass tapes mever make it past Black Haven
b*tch n*gga, rich n*gga, trick n*gga, talk sh*t
You, Keke and Kim all on my hitlist
Supposed to some playas
Buyin these b*tches diamonds and pearls
Tommy Wright that n*gga y'all love to hate
It's the me against the world