SOCIOPATHIK ft. Young Buck & WesNyle Lyrics

Oh niggas got it fucked up

Roll up niggas

These niggas could never get rid of me (What up buck)

It's buck

You know real niggas don't die

Uh oh (What up wes) (yo)

Gangsters make the world go round motherfucker

Picked the harley up on one wheel

Told menace I'm pulling up in compton it's a done deal (What up nigga)

Cookie jars keeps my lungs filled

Bitch it's buckshot pray to god that no one's killed

Brought the neighborhoods and gangsters out

Country nigga did it that's something to think about

Still scraping the ground in low lows on these broke hoes

I got rich off the shit you put in your nose (You know)

Chopper on me when I'm sliding down melrose

Watch for the hello's everybody don't sell those

Khaki shorts and some long socks

Stroll down figuro getting a bank roll from a known thot

I don't need yours i brought my own gloc

These pussies play with my name like I'm gon stop

I only stayed in this game cuz there's no pac (Westside)

And I'm not finished popping up a few opps

Represent your hood what you waiting on

Wesnyle don't play like a kid on punishment

The soul assassin provoking madness

What what what now

Don't get b b bucked down

Put the pump to mouth you say you got asthma

Pesci the don's pedigrees inevitable especially blessed

Got wesnyle young buck lonjevity

When you got love for the streets they give you love back

You don't really wanna see me

You ain't built like that

You ain't clocking no cheddar

You ain't busting no gats

The only time you hard is when you take a viagra

You only big time when you standing on a ladder

Hit him with the chopper

Make his insides scatter

When ya guts hit the ground

It'll sound like pitter patter

I don't wanna talk (Wanna talk)

I ain't with all that chitter chatter

Put some holes in your head have you leaking brain matter

Fact of the matter

Lump your face like fritter fratter

When them hot shells hit you

You'll be leaking like weak bladders

I'm in the dugout screaming

Go ahead swing batter batter

Have you spitting up shit

That look like soap lather

Put the pump to ya mouth

You say you got asthma

I'll blow your face off

Crush you up in a compactor (Yo)

Steam roll niggas like a john deere tractor

Have ya organs on display

Like that show fear factor Motherfucker

Represent your hood what you waiting on

Wesnyle don't play like a kid on punishment

The soul assassin provoking madness

What what what now

Don't get b b bucked down

Put the pump to mouth you say you got asthma

Pesci the don's pedigrees inevitable especially blessed

Got wesnyle young buck lonjevity

When you got love for the streets they give you love back

Yo I'm sociopathic

The flow is graphic

And so elaborate

I hold the matic

And blow a hole through ya hat Like it's go go gadget

You know the wrath spit

Corrosive acid

A dose of that

Turn ya bones to ashes

It's post traumatic

Get broke in half

And then thrown

From the over pass

Into open traffic

With no compassion

You won't be laughing

In ropes and plastic

With stones attached to ya ankles in the cold atlantic

I'll poke and slash an open gash on your lower back and

Heat a bowl with a rat til it scratches a hole out ya gastric

I'll sew ya asshole shut

and feed you snow crabs

Til you explode fast

As a stove with gas lit

The soul assassin

provoking madness

It's photographic

My note pad's handing out toe tags and closed caskets

You phony rappers get ya throat slashed

With a dull axe

To post as ya social status

Represent your hood what you waiting on

Wesnyle don't play like a kid on punishment

The soul assassin provoking madness

What what what now

Don't get b b bucked down

Put the pump to mouth you say you got asthma

Pesci the don's pedigrees inevitable especially blessed

Got wesnyle young buck lonjevity

When you got love for the streets they give you love back

Come correctly

Something deadly

From the best of

Southern Emcees

Sudden death so

Son don't test me

Got wesnyle young buck and jevi

I been rolling on the low low lately

Opps patrolling on the slow mo hate me

Gloc is loaded on the floor no safety

So Pull up on me and I'm going crazy

Better back up when they play this song