jayo sama – no face no case lyrics
intro:
d-mn e, that shit exclusive!
turn me up, slim!
chorus:
i’m on the road, doing shows, taking trips
pull up on your hoe, i’ma f-ck on your b-tch
everywhere i go, yeah i be with my clique
f-ck with the gang you get hit with the stick
call up my shooters, my shooter don’t miss
i kept a toolie since i was a kid
choppa like jelly, that shit gotta kick
run down on the nigga, choppa make him flip
(bop!) hop out with the tool
(bop, bop!) put you on the news
(bop, bop!) you snooze and you lose
(bop, bop!) we don’t play by the rules
uh, pull up on you and your bae
shoot the hoe in her face
masked up, with the .38
no face, then there ain’t no case
all my niggas really bout it
strapped up with them rockets
we be quick to do a homi-
every single nigga ’round me, they zoe’s, they zombies
yeah, they really catching bodies
my hittas gon’ k!ll for that bag
put racks on your head you get whacked
we got niggas running like track
put fifty holes in your back (b-tch!)
i heard you pussy niggas telling, we don’t f-ck with snitches, we don’t f-ck with rats
so much niggas talking stupid, typing on computers, pull up with that mac (b-tch!)
pull up on your -ss if you lackin’
won’t hesitate to let you have it
pull up like, “nigga what’s happening?”
hitting you up while i’m laughing
chorus:
i’m on the road, doing shows, taking trips
pull up on your hoe, i’ma f-ck on your b-tch
everywhere i go, yeah i be with my clique
f-ck with the gang you get hit with the stick
call up my shooters, my shooter don’t miss
i kept a toolie since i was a kid
choppa like jelly, that shit gotta kick
run down on the nigga, choppa make him flip
(bop!) hop out with the tool
(bop, bop!) put you on the news
(bop, bop!) you snooze and you lose
(bop, bop!) we don’t play by the rules
uh, pull up on you and your bae
shoot the hoe in her face
masked up, with the .38
no face, then there ain’t no case
nigga don’t f-ck with o sama
we pull up with choppas
and send your b-tch -ss to the doctor
jayo sama bringing drama
and send you to trauma
head shot, boy you a goner
niggas want smoke, they won’t pop up
my choppa go blocka!
when i come through, wet your block up
nigga say he got a problem, well i’ma come solve ’em
pull up to your door, wet your momma
i came back to life, i was destined
the new makaveli, “thug life” tatted on my belly
niggas hollering they gon’ get me
i’m ready like webbie
turn your dreads into spaghetti
you sama gang then you my bro
b-mmy, boo boo and mo, b-tch we like ed, edd and eddy
they sent my brothers up the road
now i’m getting that dough, on the stove cooking like betty
chorus:
i’m on the road, doing shows, taking trips
pull up on your hoe, i’ma f-ck on your b-tch
everywhere i go, yeah i be with my clique
f-ck with the gang you get hit with the stick
call up my shooters, my shooter don’t miss
i kept a toolie since i was a kid
choppa like jelly, that shit gotta kick
run down on the nigga, choppa make him flip
(bop!) hop out with the tool
(bop, bop!) put you on the news
(bop, bop!) you snooze and you lose
(bop, bop!) we don’t play by the rules
uh, pull up on you and your bae
shoot the hoe in her face
masked up, with the .38
no face, then there ain’t no case
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