Nobody Crosses Me
By Gangsta Boo (2000)
On album The Fifth (2000)
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[Intro: Skit from the movie "Scarface"]
[Verse 1]
Any n*gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
Bullets they pop, suckers they drop
Cause I move crack for the drive-by
Notice that I'm King of Kings when you nail me to that stick
Wether I die or wether I live still killas they squashin' sh*t
Set slippin' is how you come, I been project boy too long
I represent O to the G dedicated to the streets splittin' domes
When I blast on yo ass I must empty my clip
Screamin' out "die motherf*cker"
Point blank range then he hit the dip
I'm thinkin' of homicide then suicide
I'm livin' a hard life with jackin' and the thuggish thoughts
Let me tell you what my hood is like
Murderer, burglar, robbers n*ggas they hangin'
And bangin' and swangin' and flamin' them AK's and hay
When n*ggas be slippin' we be gankin'
Maintainin' on that pay cause he gon' be down
When you be down
If you stab me in my back; you either gon' swim
You either gon' drown
I'm serious mane, when the doors get kicked down
Nobody can duck
"What about his mother and kids?" n*gga I don't give a f*ck!
[Hook: Scratches from the song Scarface]
[Verse 2]
I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plots
I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock
Ain't gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-ass clowns
Smellin' the frontin' and back stabbin'
I'mma lay yo busta ass down
Now stop cryin' son of a b*tch, I ain't shot ya yet
My automatic reset his (?) his baby nuts wet
I'm thinkin' of another smooth plan
See mean-ass hoes set up a plot
She been f*ckin' his n*gga for life, three months
That love don't get 'em back
You better listen because this b*tch we had
The same all over the world
Game is played for the paper, never free
Now she's walkin' down the stairs
I'm on the phone, she claimin' his di*k done snore too loud
It's time to make my move ...
Buckin' the head to the clouds, fool she knock him out
I'm in the back yard, jumpin' over bushes
Jumpin' on the porch, the door unlocked
I sneaked through the living room, crawlin' up the steps -
I think I'm at the stash spot
The dope was missin', a b*tch start screamin
A n*gga was never asleep
I'm bustin' at they heads, where da dope? Nobody crosses me
[Verse 3]
See I ain't no fake pimp b*tch, I got hoes on the track
Women dancin' in the shake junt
Sendin' my money through western union
I done usin' so many phones, my knuckles rusty
I'm breakin' and shakin' the cryptic crowds
They swear to god I'm lucky
I heard that cocaine was the biggest pimp around town
Since '76 the game been kind of a switched around
It's more motherf*ckin' hoes on the track
These junkies be sellin' they pus*y
These n*ggas they sellin' that crack
So what, these b*tches wanna bring daddy the cash
That it just set it to the stack
Cause I ain't dependent on yo broke ass
Many pimps, they die, they lookin' half dead
Cause they can't shoot the right game to the b*tch heads
Tr-izz-ick a b-izz-itch will br-izz-eak a b-izz-itch
Where izz-am the p-izzn-imp where izz-I get r-izzn-ich
Playa haters, mack invaders, rhodé fakers penetrate
Hatred from they f*ckin' heart, nina shots will illustrate
Suckers in a casket, talkin' about the Skinny Pimp
(?) doubt me, lookin' for it, cross me
I'mma leave yo chest dimp
Look at that .45 put to yo face
Motherf*cker I ain't scared to catch a case
Gobber, mobber chrome thang
f*ck you off in no trace like (?)
[Verse 4]
We livin' up in the days where the killers don't give a f*ck
We dumpin' a hollow in yo skull, Memphis n*ggas tooooo buck
I'm from the side where the killers like to start a riot
f*ck you up cause you can't duck, I'm advertisin' homicides
Ain't no clan thicker than my clan
See I got a gang in different states ...
Gotta come with evil plans
To take you out this gutter I do too, you knew too
Mentality b*tch ah I dare you
To come into my hood flippin' with no f*ckin' scrap
You slippin' into a drive-by, I'm hittin' that water
You takin' eternal naps
Shoot 'em down, shoot you down with my .45 G-L-O-C
Mean I with this mask to my face
The bounty hunters cannot stop
... run, lookin' suspicious, runnin' from choppers
Drinkin' straight Vodka, keepin' my mobber
Hangin' with Triple Six, Gimisum robbers
Aimin' my heat cause destruction I ain't cappin'
Boom-boom-boom! No duckin' I'm doin' a 187 biatch
[Verse 1]
Any n*gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
Bullets they pop, suckers they drop
Cause I move crack for the drive-by
Notice that I'm King of Kings when you nail me to that stick
Wether I die or wether I live still killas they squashin' sh*t
Set slippin' is how you come, I been project boy too long
I represent O to the G dedicated to the streets splittin' domes
When I blast on yo ass I must empty my clip
Screamin' out "die motherf*cker"
Point blank range then he hit the dip
I'm thinkin' of homicide then suicide
I'm livin' a hard life with jackin' and the thuggish thoughts
Let me tell you what my hood is like
Murderer, burglar, robbers n*ggas they hangin'
And bangin' and swangin' and flamin' them AK's and hay
When n*ggas be slippin' we be gankin'
Maintainin' on that pay cause he gon' be down
When you be down
If you stab me in my back; you either gon' swim
You either gon' drown
I'm serious mane, when the doors get kicked down
Nobody can duck
"What about his mother and kids?" n*gga I don't give a f*ck!
[Hook: Scratches from the song Scarface]
[Verse 2]
I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plots
I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock
Ain't gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-ass clowns
Smellin' the frontin' and back stabbin'
I'mma lay yo busta ass down
Now stop cryin' son of a b*tch, I ain't shot ya yet
My automatic reset his (?) his baby nuts wet
I'm thinkin' of another smooth plan
See mean-ass hoes set up a plot
She been f*ckin' his n*gga for life, three months
That love don't get 'em back
You better listen because this b*tch we had
The same all over the world
Game is played for the paper, never free
Now she's walkin' down the stairs
I'm on the phone, she claimin' his di*k done snore too loud
It's time to make my move ...
Buckin' the head to the clouds, fool she knock him out
I'm in the back yard, jumpin' over bushes
Jumpin' on the porch, the door unlocked
I sneaked through the living room, crawlin' up the steps -
I think I'm at the stash spot
The dope was missin', a b*tch start screamin
A n*gga was never asleep
I'm bustin' at they heads, where da dope? Nobody crosses me
[Verse 3]
See I ain't no fake pimp b*tch, I got hoes on the track
Women dancin' in the shake junt
Sendin' my money through western union
I done usin' so many phones, my knuckles rusty
I'm breakin' and shakin' the cryptic crowds
They swear to god I'm lucky
I heard that cocaine was the biggest pimp around town
Since '76 the game been kind of a switched around
It's more motherf*ckin' hoes on the track
These junkies be sellin' they pus*y
These n*ggas they sellin' that crack
So what, these b*tches wanna bring daddy the cash
That it just set it to the stack
Cause I ain't dependent on yo broke ass
Many pimps, they die, they lookin' half dead
Cause they can't shoot the right game to the b*tch heads
Tr-izz-ick a b-izz-itch will br-izz-eak a b-izz-itch
Where izz-am the p-izzn-imp where izz-I get r-izzn-ich
Playa haters, mack invaders, rhodé fakers penetrate
Hatred from they f*ckin' heart, nina shots will illustrate
Suckers in a casket, talkin' about the Skinny Pimp
(?) doubt me, lookin' for it, cross me
I'mma leave yo chest dimp
Look at that .45 put to yo face
Motherf*cker I ain't scared to catch a case
Gobber, mobber chrome thang
f*ck you off in no trace like (?)
[Verse 4]
We livin' up in the days where the killers don't give a f*ck
We dumpin' a hollow in yo skull, Memphis n*ggas tooooo buck
I'm from the side where the killers like to start a riot
f*ck you up cause you can't duck, I'm advertisin' homicides
Ain't no clan thicker than my clan
See I got a gang in different states ...
Gotta come with evil plans
To take you out this gutter I do too, you knew too
Mentality b*tch ah I dare you
To come into my hood flippin' with no f*ckin' scrap
You slippin' into a drive-by, I'm hittin' that water
You takin' eternal naps
Shoot 'em down, shoot you down with my .45 G-L-O-C
Mean I with this mask to my face
The bounty hunters cannot stop
... run, lookin' suspicious, runnin' from choppers
Drinkin' straight Vodka, keepin' my mobber
Hangin' with Triple Six, Gimisum robbers
Aimin' my heat cause destruction I ain't cappin'
Boom-boom-boom! No duckin' I'm doin' a 187 biatch
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