nightmare on the northside 2 lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Scrim]
You did good, Slick
We shoot them b*tches up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating
We shoot them b*tches up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating
Oh-hoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We shoot them b*tches up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We shoot them b*tches up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We shoot them b*tches up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We shoot them b*tches up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Scrim]
Yeah, step the f*ck up, bringing that thunder
With my gunners, better take cover
Pull up, f*ck discrete (Discrete)
Ride with the whole fleet (Yeah)
Shoot up the whole street (Yeah)
f*ck it I'm too deep (Yeah, yeah)
All my guns just G-LOCK, ain't no safety (Damn, damn)
My mama gave birth to Satan, no mistaking (Damn, damn)
All my habits gonna chauffeur me to my casket (Damn, damn)
Savage grippin' that f*cking full metal jacket (Yeah)
Man, shoot that b*tch (Yuh, yuh)
Shoot that b*tch again (Yuh)
(Yuh, yuh)
Got that heat, pull it out the bag like it's trick-or-treat
Blow his high, blow his f*cking mind, f*ckboy R.I.P (Oh-hoo)
T-I-T-T-Y B-A-B-Y smoking vanilla sky (Yeah)
W-E, double the T, O, you can bet your b*tch been by (By, by)
T-O double M, Y, cruising that five with my lil' boy $lim (Grey)
S-C-R-I-M, b*tch, I'm him, crowned the king of hymns
200K on a Benz and it got no tint, so you b*tches know it's me (North, north)
I'm gettin' head from a b*tch and this my revenge from when she ain't notice me (North, north)
Every day I get a call from my boy Kyle, talking 'bout more Ms, more Ms (What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Coming in, coming in, doubling, tripling, stock price dividends, I ain't got time to spend
Yeah (Ayy), these motherf*ckers hate that I ain't struggling (Oh)
If I was dead, the same ones hating claim, "We loved him" (Oh)
Rather me OD'd like the rest and boxed the f*ck up (Oh)
"Scrim, man, use your deep voice," shut the f*ck up
[Pre-Chorus: Scrim]
(Ayy) No-northside, ayy
(Ayy) No-northside, ayy
(Ayy) No-northside, ayy
(Ayy) No-northside, ayy

[Chorus: Scrim]
Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)
Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)
Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)
Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)
Northside, northside

[Verse 2: Scrim]
I'm from the N
Northside, 985, blow a O
Smoke my opps, when they die, rated R
sh*t that b*tch did in my car, black T
Hide my face with the ski, shooting H
f*ckin' numb to the face, red S
On my motherf*ckin' chest you know I
Think I'm Superman when high, give her that D
I-C-K when she off that motherf*cking E

[Chorus: Scrim]
(Ayy)
Northside, northside who I (Ayy)
Northside, northside who I (Ayy)
Northside, northside who I (Ayy)
Northside, northside who I, ay—
[Outro: Scrim]
We ain't done, motherf*cker
(Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
(It's Lil Wetto, Indiana City boy, mane)
(Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
We got one more f*ckin' noise
(Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)

[Part II]

[Intro: Scrim]
(Northside, motherf*cker)
North, north
You did good, Slick
North, north (Ayy)
It's a smash
North, north, north (Ayy)
North, north, north, north (Ayy)
North, north, north (Ayy), north (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Scrim]
Pull up with the stick in the trunk (Trunk)
Runnin' 'round smellin' like funk (Funk)
Duckin', I'm off of that junk (Dope)
Baddest b*tch up in the front (Uh-oh)
Got my whip slidin' on blades (Agh)
Run through the North like a maze (Agh)
Ride with the gang like parades (Agh)
Wetto been sicker than AIDS (Agh)
Motherf*ckers know that when I say go
I mean it right now, not a minute (Go, go, go)
Switchin' up my image, I'ma push it to the limit
Cookin' boys like a motherf*ckin' skillet
You don't want a visit, have them killers punch your ticket
Have 'em shootin' 'til the whole clip finished
Hoes want Slick, yeah they all di*k sick, every b*tch I hit like a pin-up (Oh)
[Bridge: Scrim]
Hol' up, yeah, hol' up, yeah
Hol' up yeah
Yeah, what?
Hol' up, yeah, okay
Okay, okay
Go
Woo-hoo

[Verse 2: Scrim & Brad Dourif]
Don't know what I'm smokin' on but this sh*t deadly (Yeah, yeah)
All these broke boys smoking Mojo mixed with Reggie (What? What?)
I'm in that you can't see me, b*tch, and you won't catch me (Ayy, fool)
Spent two-fifty on my diamonds just for flexing (f*ckboy)
Got that plug up on that drank like I'm from Texas (Ayy, ayy)
Back to my diamonds, I just bought it, not to wear it (Yee, yee)
I can't spend money fast enough, sh*t gettin' scary (Scary, scary)
I'm that ghost that haunt your dreams, that Bloody Mary (Yeah, yeah)
I'm that fiend
Killer of dreams
Pushing that buggy, uh (Oh)
b*tches wanna f*ck me, might let her touch me if she lucky (Oh)
Bust out the blade, I go insane, laughing like Chucky (Oh)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
f*ck what they say, I'll push in they lane and make myself comfy, uh

[Outro: Scrim]
North, north, north, north (Ayy)
North, north, north, north (Ayy)
North, north, north, north (Ayy)
North, north, north, north (Ayy, ayy, ayy)