Gangsta lyrics

[Talking]
Yea mane I tell you about these
Tampon gangsta ass n*ggas mane
Motherf*ckin' lice ...
Mane all you n*ggas eat di*k mane

[Hook]
f*ck with me you f*ckin' with the best
And you also f*ckin' with the wrong one
I will hit you with the millimeter gun
Get the millimeter gun blow out yo lungs
Like them old Italians, Mafia gangsta son
When you see me comin' better run for f*ckin' cover
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia

[Verse 1]
Don't get smacked in the face with a Louisville slugger
Crack yo whole cranium into fragments like a puzzle
On this cocaine hustle, rabid dog need a muzzle
Do you in and throw your f*ckin' carcass
To them damn buzzards
Cut yo tongue out yo mouth, have ya t-a-talk and stutter
Drag you b*tches to the river, get you muddy muthaf*cker
Lord loc on this opiates and coke, don't provoke
Take a toke and blast a (?)-size hole in yo throat
Then I bury these n*ggas in back of a villa
PCP and painkillers, put yo brain in da blender
[Bridge]
Mystic styles of me ancient mutilations
Cross my path, there's gonna be some complication

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm a legend where I'm from, the n*gga you want to become
When these words come up from lungs, I see you n*ggas turnin' on
Tennessee and Amityville, chainsaw massacre kill
When I feel a litte ill I go and pop me fifty pills
Or I drain my litte pains with some heroin in my veins
It may seem somewhat insane that I drink some pure cocaine
Lord Yoda, no soda, take a photo of my dojo
Hit you with the Han Solo in my Polo f*ckin' boots lolo
Murderers, Robbers, Dealers, Killers
You want some combat n*gga put some nickel in ya ticker
This is the thrust that'll bust yo guts
And make you get up and do the f*ckin' Memphis damn strut

[Hook] 2x