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v.o.s. (victims of society) (ar) - g-shit lyrics

[verse 1: black]
i woke up around seven o’clock on the dot
i had to wake up early just to load my glock
see i was creeping out the crib a n+gga heard a sound
it was the sound of them popos so i turnt around
i had to bust a u, see i can’t step to that
but now the coast is clear i got to stalk from the jack
i’m in this mothaf+cka with a pistol in hand
i gots to pull a jack and do it fast as i can
see i was standing on the corner staring like i was stuck
so i walked up to the n+gga put a gun to his head just to buck
he couldn’t believe it
’cause once again the sh+t is on
[?] n+gga you [?] chrome so godd+mn, what’s on?

[verse 2: gak]
boom boom boom that’s what my motherf+ckin glock said
eighteen times to the dome of your f+ckin head
the streets are like jungles you must survive
be prepared, and come strapped
or get your ass eaten up alive
i’m pushing weed and slangin’ k so what the f+ck, n+gga?
pup dog got nerve, and i ain’t scared to pull the trigger
you wanna try me then come on with that hoe sh+t
’cause tomorrow they gon’ find you stanking in a ditch
now let’s me put some n+ggas head to rest
ain’t sh+t stopping this tec, not even a godd+mn bulletproof vest, sh+t
now let’s me c+ck this b+tch back
eighteen times to your dome, left you riding in a cadillac
[verse 3: money green]
creep through the dark, let the chronic spark
a loaded 9 double m, my expression is grim
a fully loaded clip i’m more than ready to rip
[?] danger in the chamber with the hollow tip
they think they hard
f+cked around and smoked one of my boys
now i’m bout to make noise with my automatic toys on their block
i’m ready, fully loaded, and c+cked
psycho thoughts from the chronic, and i just don’t stop
i’m like a predator, one step ahead of ya
hear me come and watch with a laser beam
you slip and boy you [?]
i’m pushing out my grave when fools was off [?]
if you slip and then you slip and fall into the graveyard
we rolling thicker than a corn bread fed hoe
fully automatic tec+9 out my window
we roll up on the set and let that gats pop
we leaving nothing but bodies and gun smoke on the block
we back to our hood, leaving a bl++dy murder scene
guillotines and carbines, that n+gga money green

[chorus]
comin with that mothaf+ckin g+sh+t
see it’s that g, sh+t that gets your f+ckin wig split, n+gga
comin with that mothaf+ckin g+sh+t
see it’s that g, sh+t that gets your f+ckin wig split, n+gga
[verse 4: black]
i peel caps straight daily
you think i’m crazy so
step to the mind of a lunatic you can’t fade me
cause n+ggas i could do sum
im steppin’ through your f+ckin hood
and dropping them d+mn bomb
boom boom lights out n+gga so what the f+cks up
i’m drinking gin out a cup, straight f+cked up
i don’t care n+gga so how the f+ck do you feel
i’m forreal n+gga so get your f+ckin cap peeled
and it’s like that so ima lay low
now you understand i gots to go
and i done did enough sh+t in my past time
and now a n+ggas gettin paid busting fresh rhymes

[verse 5: gak]
i’m straight [?], straight swervin’, to the curb and
n+ggas around the corner sipping [?] and smoking herbs, and sh+t
getting f+cked up by the minute
i gots to find me a proper hoe so i can slang my d+ck up in it
now gimmie that dope sack of that g+sh+t
while i be [?] these verses and selling them out amongst the cl!ck
i got the shakers and the [?]
i got some razor blade chromes, for you mothaf+ckin chrome creepers
to break it down, i don’t give a f+ck
but when i shoot this tre+8, your black ass is best to duck
like jeffery dahmer i’m k!lling n+ggas and freezing ’em
and when i get hungry best believe i’m straight eating ’em, huh
so don’t step to a lunatic
unless you in the mood
for some mothaf+cking g+sh+t
[verse 6: money green]
come into range, it’s the one eighty seven
as i got you in the sniper scope
and i won’t miss
approach my victim with my gat between his eyes
close your eyes
and i’ll see you on the other side
one eighty seven is, i’m the one to boast
i made him comatose because he got too close
don’t come with around with that bullcr+p petty sh+t
cause i’ll make the buckshots rain like confetti b+tch
a n+gga walks up talking sh+t, you never heard of a
little did he know i was a motherf+cking murderer
banged and bang, left him dead in a bloodstream
off with his head, like a motherf+cking guillotine
and at that very moment everybody cleared the area
’cause all you got to do is walk up on me and i’m daring ya
i love the thrill, to see blood spill
check out his brain on the curb when his cap peeled
and n+ggas talking sh+t in this mothaf+ckin ’95 scene
it’s that raw ass n+gga, money green

[chorus]
comin with that mothaf+ckin g+sh+t
see it’s that g, sh+t that gets your f+ckin wig split, n+gga
comin with that mothaf+ckin g+sh+t
see it’s that g, sh+t that gets your f+ckin wig split, n+gga
comin with that mothaf+ckin g+sh+t
see it’s that g, sh+t that gets your f+ckin wig split, n+gga
comin with that mothaf+ckin g+sh+t
see it’s that g, sh+t that gets your f+ckin wig split, n+gga

[outro]
yeah, lil gak up in this b+tch for the ’95 (money green)
v.o.s, eastside what’s up n+ggas?
and a n+gga named black
a n+gga named gak
a n+gga named money green ’95 shot n+gga
wanna give a shout to muh+f+ckin pup dog productions you know i’m saying n+gga coming strong for the ’95
peace out n+gga

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