Writaz Block lyrics

Macksray Beats?

Verse 1:

Another day, in the lab, f*ckin' with the music (f*ckin' with the music)
You know me, it ain't nothin', I just get to it (I just get to it)
Red Rida, I'mma fool n*gga best believe it (I'm the realest)
What the f*ck you mean about it n*gga you the weakest (You the weak-ass n*gga?)
I'm a genius, the cleanest, even the meanest
f*ck you yo' main b*tch she lick on my p*nis (On my p*nis, n*gga!)
You the type of moaf*cka that's gone always missin' (Damn!)
You don't care about a sucka that you still gon' kiss it (You's a sucka...)
Old sucka-ass n*gga, type o' n*gga is you? (Type o' n*gga is you?)
You the type of n*gga that, can't hang wit' the crew (No that's out)
You the type o' moaf*cka wearin' the fake jewelry (Wearin' fake-ass n*gga)
You the type o' n*gga that a n*gga take yo' jewelry (Give that sh*t up!)
Me, they gon' have to take me to the jury (To the jury)
12 in the box n*gga they gon' feel the fury (Hraaa!)
You already know, my name be (Red Rida)
You already know, the game G

Chorus:

Most these n*ggas be rappin' they gettin' writer's block
But with me, it don't matter if I write or not
You wanna know why n*gga 'cause I'm so f*ckin' heated
Of what the streets been missin' of what the f*ck is needed
Just what you thought was safe n*gga it's really not
I'm cold than a mothaf*cka wait I'm really hot
Red Ridin' as usual just know the program
Everytime I do my sh*t you know I'm goin' ham
Verse Duce:

Here I come, just like giddy up (Yeehaw!)
Make sure, you my n*gga, when you hit me up (It's me my n*gga!)
Look, don't be throwin' up no wrong signs (No, don't do that!)
Know this not, Mitchy Slick, but you f*ckin' with the wrong kind (Woo woo, woop!)
When it come to the grind, I been on mine (I been on mine)
I got to get it my n*gga you know I want mine (It is me!)
Add it up, bag it up and don't be show changin' (Don't be show changin', n*gga)
Walk away, with the brick, like I'm dope slangin' (I can do that)
Learn from the big homie this a gangsta get up (What up b*tch?)
Little n*gga slow your rolls I'm tryin' to make it nice (That's out)
Fakin' funny gangsta turnin' to a dangerous turn (To a dangerous turn)
If I was you, I would cheated, it's major passin' (Major)
You don't bee what's goin' on, just take a look (n*gga look)
Everyday another mothaf*cka gettin' booked (n*ggas bookin')
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no fingerprints you goin' to jail (All the way to jail)
I'm talkin' about a first class trip straight to Hell (Straight to Hell)

Chorus:

Most these n*ggas be rappin' they gettin' writer's block
But with me, it don't matter if I write or not
You wanna know why n*gga 'cause I'm so f*ckin' heated
Of what the streets been missin' of what the f*ck is needed
Just what you thought was safe n*gga it's really not
I'm cold than a mothaf*cka wait I'm really hot
Red Ridin' as usual just know the program
Everytime I do my sh*t you know I'm goin' ham
Verse 3:

I never knew what peace was like (no idea), only what the streets was like (yep), so I grew up in the street life (In the Bottoms!)
I remember in the 4th grade Lil' Reddy told me (That's my n*gga)
"We gon' never be no bustas that's my real homies" (That's right!)
I kept my word on out, and I still stand
I put that sh*t to the side I got some real players (On some real sh*t)
To bring the peace to the universe if I can (sh*t if I can!)
'Cause I can easily grab my strap and go and get my mail (Imagine that)
I'm not no hateful individual (sh*t no I'm not), I'm not miserable (Nuh-huh)
I just dump like a sucka it's the principle (Oh with it, n*gga)
I'm a different type o' n*gga rollin' straight to the point
No beatin' around the bush, no subliminals, n*gga (Uh-huh)
I'm from the Menace so the hat gang CMG (Woop)
A long time ago n*ggas they still remember me (Ay wassup my n*gga?)
I won't body but really it's like ten o' me (Like ten o' me)
And that where I lost you at, you's a mystery (Old mystery-ass n*gga)

Outro:

Big Mamba, Mafia Mike, what up my n*ggas, Bottomvillain Porter? Killer n*gga Worldwide M's