Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,071
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE AKA Rip TEARer
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
January 07, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:48
Lyrics
About 2 AM bouncin out the house-& hittin-streets/
5-deep on a night-creep, thru the hood in-the-East/
Not-strapped but we ready for that knuckle-contact/
Street fightin bullies deadly if we stuck-in-combat/
But the night's calm, and we just leavin-a-party/
No funk at the bash, it's all peace-with-the-posse/
We aint even in a bad mood, shit it's all-good/
Walkin down the dark streets, strollin back to our-hood/
Everything was goin smooth, but look who's up-ahead/
It's them pussy ass boys, & we want those fuckas-dead/
So they start talkin-shit, poppin-lip, tryna-start-somethin/
Then all a sudden one pulls a nine-&-starts-dumpin/
Hearts-pumpin everybody scatterin, battlin-bullets/
Thought they'd only flash a trigga, but rather-they-pulled-it/
Tryna damage-&-ruin us, but they missin-every-shot/
Then them cowards run off, no one's hit-we-very-shocked/
What the fuck is goin on.. We tryna collect-ourselves/
And now this block's hot, fuck cops we betta-bail/
Never-tell what just happened, just start the retaliation/
These cowards-facin the reaper, so fuck it we-bound-to-take-em/
Their lives are in the balance, they shoulda never challenged/
Now they a group of wasted lives, wasted space and wasted talent/
So we loadin up the gats, the nines, the fuckin-Rutgers/
We got blasted on earlier, now we become-the-shooters/
We loadin up the Civic, windows tinted pitch-black/
On a deadly mission in the streets, where these kids-at/
A couple six-packs, some gats, and now we on-the-hunt/
Cock-&-dump when we see em, for takin shots-at-us/
I'ma rock-the-punks, I wanna see some fuckin bodies-drop/
Body-bag these cocky-fags, when we let the shotty-pop/
Now we creepin down the streets, headed to their neighborhood/
Bout to roll up and dispurse, makin sure we spray-it-good/
Now we rollin toward their spot, shit we on the corner-now/
Bout to light these faggots up, put it down for Northern-Cal/
We see em chillin out, they drinkin up on the front-porch/
We bout to take this corner and let the fuckin guns-torch/
Start creepin, we rollin the windows down, ready-now/
Bout to ignite the fight, their hood's gon hear the deadly-sound/
These fuckin punks don't know how much damage-is-waitin/
As for what happens next, I'll leave that to your imagination/
