![]() ![]() You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. It’s really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa I see you failin cuz Strange Music got it locked boy So don’t try ta follow me You still can’t get back up on your feet… You right back where you ought to be I hang out with bitches thats naked… and watch the bra swallow me It’s always solo, you can’t fake it. I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I’m doin it bigĪs you can tell I ain’t no regular nigga… I’m filled with star qualities Whether it’s reppin dog, or movin them bricks You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain’t fit So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins Like you ain’t know, we put it down like this Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck Now I’m chillin on tour with the redhead wonderĪny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you This ain’t no fucking rap song, check my rap sheetīlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it’s nothin but time ![]() It’s Skatterman, cat, Strange Music’s black sheep.Ĭuz I’m still countin money off the back streetsĮvery city, every show, I got to pack heat When I’m rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim! Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them That’s why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin. They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt Now when this happened, it wasn’t even during my set Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn’t hold backīut they dropped her, now she’s unconscious with her skull cracked In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby ![]() No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycombīut you’ll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I’m spittin?įuck the law and the government they’ll hymn yo ass up They’ll do everything in their power to get a fast buck Then turbulence, don’t get nervous when I wreck arenasĬoncert promoters in Honolulu don’t wanna see me cuz they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cuz I’m a.īack on cuz this for Fat Tone and Mac DreĪll of the soldiers who got gone on that day Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play I don’t know why they keep pumpin it’s somethin Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it for the industry, cuz he was one of the truest. This is my music for all my people missin my music They say my music’s makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs This one right here’s for the Riot Makers! This song is dedicated to Brian B’zl DennisĪnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians ![]()
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