R.P.M. lyrics

[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot sh*t for b*tches that got they baby daddies locked
In the pen gone; fittin to rot cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the Glock left his wig home
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects n*ggas run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer n*ggas realer n*ggas have a n*gga fill a never realer n*gga
Drill a n*gga f*ckin with a villian never spill a n*gga
f*ck that! n*gga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my b*tches all strapped
Puffin thе sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a n*gga for thеm stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
n*ggas I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
I'm with the murderers and known felons
I gotta pop a n*gga drop a n*gga rock a n*gga shock a n*gga
Lock a n*gga f*ck a n*gga, cop the floppin n*gga
Roll for my b*tches that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherf*ckers in the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on b*tch
Put it straight to you don't miss
Now you f*ckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - n*ggas that with them real motherf*ckers like whoa!
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Twista]
Twista kick hot sh*t for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my n*ggas that ain't hoes; if they have to
They will steal a n*gga touch a n*gga check a n*gga cut a n*gga
Pull the trigger bust a n*gga, yellow motherf*cker n*gga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
Full of some sh*t that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you feelin the holy ghost through your body
Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them n*ggas that done came up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherf*ckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
Full of hustle n*ggas killer n*ggas gangsta n*ggas chill n*ggas
Baller n*ggas thug n*ggas player haters real n*ggas
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot sh*t for b*tches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
Where n*ggas'll put a motherf*ckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherf*ckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a n*gga stick a n*gga put him in a ditch and then forget a n*gga
Hit a n*gga pop a n*gga little with the rocket n*gga
Puff pass say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me sc*mmy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
f*ck a n*gga bust a n*gga Shawnna never love a n*gga
Chi about to show the motherf*ckers how to rush a n*gga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana
To things Shawnna gonna throw it on ya
Flows leave you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi gone bring the business
Blows to yo' dome in an instance
Home of them Folks and the Mo's and the King's and the Fo's
And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)