Enigma lyrics

[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh, sh*t
Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm huntin' wabbits

[Verse 1]
I'ma let my nuts hang, n*gga
In these tight pants until the buck spray
Or with a 12 gauge, I don't give a f*ck
n*gga, f*ck them
Anybody, everybody with a bottle
No lie, without my army, I ain't sorry
Little n*gga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg
Man the gun so big it'll blow a n*gga brain into crosswords
Little Ricky better run swerve
It's that's soft shores 'cause the god damn Converse
Chicken dippin' like it's tossed served
But those lost words be the same but I saw worse
I had the sauce first
I let it thaw thristin' at y'al'
Arrogant and egotistical without a flaw
Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards
Drippin', I ain't trippin', got a couple of 'em, dawg

[Chorus]
Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, n*gga
We get even, n*gga, don't be afraid of Steven
I'll let big boy hit you with a SIG, boy
I'm like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin'
An enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason
I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a n*gga gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter
[Verse 2]
But I am a good leader
I give you another banger
I give you another heater
Remember me, mother f*cker
The gun on the album cover
I'm one of the tower brothers
The 50 in Power brother
The Michael of our brother
The cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers
It wouldn't touch a n*gga money, got the salary, brother
Micky and Mallory, brother
I got that cal on me, brother
With out no title you mother f*ckers
I'm about to pull the musket out
And let it off in this mother f*cker
Watch your mouth, you n*ggas soft in this mother f*cker
Bet the industry just tossed you out
You all slaves on the label, little god damn c*ck suckers
Y'all livin' off show money
Get paid every first of the month, now that's mo' money
Little B from the grave at the crossroads
When I look at my sons say, "That's your money"
Murda, murda, murda, I am general
You little n*ggas sure ain't sweet
These n*ggas think we number runnin', I'm on TMZ
And I'm a free emcee
I got love for the young bouls
But that's me
Little Lay in the building chasin' around little children
My n*ggas hunt
I can't front but I'm chillin'
My artillery is steady, heated heavy every motherf*ckin' place that I'ma go so I be ready
[Break]
Po-po been already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

[Verse 3]
BM is all in my DM
b*tch, I'ma call when I see 'em
Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you bein'
n*ggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah
Rippy to yams
And all of my people that roll with the Bone
When I'm comin' to give what we stand, uh

[Break]
Po-po benn already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

[Chorus]
Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, n*gga
We get even, n*gga
Don't be afraid of Steven
I let big boy hit you with a sig boy
I'm like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin'
An enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina
'Cause it looks like a n*gga gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter