Menace 2 Society lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
This display of vandalism is just a small fraction of the problem with gangs in Richmond. Police say they play a role in every crime ranging from drugs to armed robberies; tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity

[Verse 1: Saliva Grey]
Grey is out to f*ck 'em
And is lurking out by hiding
b*tch you seepin'
Leave you pus*y 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 f*ck that
You're at me wanna combat ugh
Still so sad I'm a sc*mbag uh
Push another sack and pockets looking fatter
Now I'm looking like the motherf*cker 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 pus*y, feed that b*tch di*k 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, aye
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
[Verse 2: 99zed]
Serving out the rocks to the college kids I'm taxing it
I been jugging and finessing while I'm counting up these racks b*tch
f*ck a gram, sell 'cause we smoking out the pack b*tch
So get up out my face when you talking all that wack sh*t
My bank account on empty I ain't buying sh*t
And Saliva got that perc he be supplying it
I'm a jiggy motherf*cker no denying it
When I get a phone call I get to riding b*tch
Yeah we getting real sloppy feel like Rocky when I'm swinging ugh
Keep my circle tight, we ride or die f*ck who you bringing ugh
Shawty do the split up on my di*k 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 sh*t like it's the f*cking 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 f*ck
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