This Song Is Terrorism lyrics

[Intro: RXKNephew]
Evil Poison
DJ Smokey Presents: Certified Terror Music
THIS ALBUM IS TERRORISM (Allahu akbar)
(What's good GeeohhS?)
Yeah (I hope my opps get AIDS)
Yeah (Evil Poison)

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
You want that sh*t done right? Then do it yourself
I'm the only boss, n*gga, paid it myself
Off in them trenches, n*gga, slavin' myself
$300,000, n*gga, made it myself (Too many hunnids)
Birthday on the first, they're like, "Neph, why you ain't hype about it?"
I paid three-hundred bills, sh*t, what I like about that?
"What you want for your birthday?" I want a new thirty
"What you want for your birthday?" b*tch, who gon' do it for me?
"What you want for your birthday?" b*tch, can't afford it
"What you want for your birthday?" sh*t, a new foreign
I'm goin' through some sh*t, who the f*ck gon' relate? (For real)
Just 'cause I got money, a b*tch gon' stay (Certified Terror Music)
Gucci frames on my face, I don't wanna see sh*t
Cut 'em off, they're like, "Damn, Neph can't keep sh*t"
A couple thousand for this sh*t, this ain't no cheap fit
You did what? And seen what? We don't believe that sh*t
Talkin' bout love, they don't even love they self
I love my Glock 40, Gucci frames and B.B. belt (Opp genocide)
[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
Chain cost a lot
You ain't got sh*t to say to me, my n*gga, explain it to the Glock
Walk in the spot like Mad Max, throw bombs over Baghdad
If I don't know you're back back, then get your pus*y ass whacked
He a below-the-waist shooter, you always aimin' for the legs
I'm like Shaq, when I'm in the paint, I'm tryna bang on a n*gga head
Bet I get the rebound; opps wanna see me down
I got light heron, and I got that Bobby Brown
He was up, they shot him down
Four nick' on me, ridin' 'round
Good on my side of town
He moved OT, he hidin' out
sh*t feel different with a gun in your face
Oh, now you don't got nothin' to say
Real mobster, don't look at my face
When I walk in, look the other way
This pill changed my mood quick
Y'all shoot the sh*t, we shoot sh*t
I got lawyer and bail money
The opps wishin' jail on me
Plug your nose, it smell funny
Put your f*ckin' mask on
I been in this trap for nine hours, gettin' bags gone
I'll put a slab on; get his lil' ass gone
Shoot a lot, but you always missin', you got bad form (Based Negative Squad)
[Verse 3: Christ Dillinger]
n*ggas ain't gon' never walk again if they think 'bout runnin' in
When I was fourteen, I fronted unc once and never saw that n*gga again
I pop pills and drink out the bottle
My b*tch bad as f*ck, look like a model
VIC dope, it make 'em wobble
This weed just came out, it's not Gelato
If you ain't got no money, my b*tch will not f*ck
Moncler on me, official as f*ck
You can scan the Moncler tag on my outfit, it go right to the website
Ain't no way my mans gettin' left behind, 'cause I'ma make sure I get him right
One time I fronted a n*gga a dime until he paid me, I couldn't sleep at night
When I got my first pound, I broke it down
Broke a whole pound down to nicks and dimes
Squeeze out all the profit, I need every penny
Back to school shopping was JCPenney's
I can still get fly in a PCX
We got Xanax pills, molly and X
We got that dog, got DMX
Beat a n*gga ass on stage like X

[Outro]
Poison Incorporated (What's good GeeohhS?)
We make the best Poison
Terrorists win