Go In (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Montana of 300]
Alright
Them n*ggas that you with, they don't give a sh*t about you
You say you with the sh*t, 'till i shoot the sh*t up out you
n*gga, imma shoot the sh*t up out you
Say you with the sh*ts, 'till i shoot the sh*t up out you
My n*gga, imma shoot the sh*t up out you
I'll shoot the sh*t up out you and than forget about you

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
I'm that n*gga they hate on, my cake long they face long
I'm that same n*gga i'm just cakey now, no changing me no payphone
Get money's my addiction, I stay strapped like Red Redemption
Fly as f*ck is my description, flow so ill need a prescription
I'm that chi-town city slicker, flow colder than any n*gga
Put you in a cast, for the mills, no Philly n*gga
My n*ggas is really hittas, whenever them semis bligga
I shoot the sh*t up out you cats, bang bang, kitty litter
f*ck whoever birth you, it's nothin' for me to merk you
You and every single clown in that circus you call a circle
Yo actin' need some rehearsal, i gotta go in, no curfew
I come through yo door like Urkel and smoke you, granddaddy purple
God you know that i don't play that, you know that i stay strapped
Next n*gga try me, imma send them to you ASAP
Like f*ck who love him, f*ck who knew that n*gga
He tried it with me so i had to do that to that n*gga
f*ck n*gga don't start sh*t, we keep 30 in all clips
40 hit you in your face and turn you into harpe diem
My flow so hard i can't lie on it, my sh*t need a carpet
I was trained to go in like fire department
No denyin' my bars sick, i stay in some sharp sh*t
Every time i change my clothes, i get flyer than Clark Kent
Yo b*tches on our di*k, her head game retarded
Bet i shoot off in her mouth, like her tonsil my target
I go ape b*tch call me Caesar, i'm serious as a seizure
And when this di*k up in her face, man yo hoe know the procedure
I swear she got my di*k hella hard, my magnum like extra large
Shawty was so bad I had to hit her, domestic charge
f*ck my enemies, I hit the scene they p*ssed as me
Gold chains like i'm Mr. T, wrist froze look like Mr. Freeze
Bad b*tches want di*k from me, dirty boy they diggin' me
Old hoes sendin' texts while i'm flexin say they missin' me
Shout out to them n*ggas I done bodied, yeah they history
See it was either them or me, i wiped away they memory
Another unsolved mystery, and police ain't got sh*t on me
And if i go to jail you still ain't safe all of my killers free
And if i can't get to you, it's nothin' i'll have my man approach ya
Black hoodie, black ski-mask, and a toaster
Come and rob you for your life, pus*y hand it over
Pop a hole in your top, like a can of soda
Mask over, i'm takin' your planet over
This that sh*t your general and lieutenant should panic over
I merked him along with you and than turn into commander soldiers
Like, do what i say, 'for i shoot in your face
I'm Kobe Bryant with that iron, i got that shoot first mentality
I don't talk, my gat it'll speak, i get at you like allergies
I'm outchea on my f*ckin' grind, never leave my gun behind
And for that i'm facing time, and might be forced to leave my sons behind
My n*gga, i will f*ck yo life up
Boy, i been 300 since the motherf*ckin' Chrysler
You p*ssed about this sh*t, you should be wearing a diaper
That chopper get to spittin', you would think it's in a cypher
I do this, and ain't nothin more important than the mula (than the mula)
Shoutout J Real (shoutout J Real), yeah that's my shooter
He keep that steel, i tell him drill that's what he do, yeah
We get it poppin' (bang, bang), 4th of July
I come and get you while your sleepin, Freddy Kruger
I keep that ooh im at the scene, bang, do ya
I pull that tool out, put it to ya, it go booyah
First they bag him, toe-tag, and slide that n*gga in a cooler
I'm that n*gga ya heard, well equip with them burners
I got bodies and bars, like i'm in prison for murder
These other n*ggas just rappin', n*gga this how i'm livin'
Life so cheap in my city than anybody could get it