BIG MELLO - Serious lyrics

rate me

Uh yeah, you niggaz feel me

Know what I'm tal'n bout, huh what what

I broke bread in these streets fed these streets, bled these streets

Left hoes ass niggaz, dead in these streets

Still here, no nigga gon change my direction

Or residence, still on some ol' waven wooden fence

Posted up with AK, tal'n bout what it do

Fuck with mine nigga what, I'm blowing up your who-do

As far as you scary ass Hollywood niggaz, I give's a fuck bout what ya got

Or who you shot, you ain't next to Pac

With that studio plexing, yeah you bump to the mic

But get friendly, when you in a nigga sight iight

Now speak the truth and see who who, and what it do

And who the realest that escaped the shit, and who the damn fool

Check my rap sheet, pull me up check my case

I survived prison riots, without a scar on my face

I did mine never switched, never snitched like a bitch

I beat niggaz with clutched fists, you can't fuck with this

I'm the meaning of drama, ran away from my mama

Stood alone broke bones, for the cash rocked domes

Forever H-Town, body rocker slab trunk knocker

On dro, I come through your damn screen like a shocker

I'm serious, huh

You can't fuck with the infamous, notorious

Bone hard ass nigga, yeah I gotta say this

You can't fuck, with that nigga Curtis Davis

I don't piggy back niggaz, I rat-a-tat niggaz

I'm known to roam the streets, in a houpe full of killas

We gorillas, still swinging through the South on 3's

The pride of Hiram-Clarke, Sunnyside, Mo City

Ghetto gladiating, I'm beating Satan all the time

On the grind put it down, see Big Mello gon shine

You bitch made I'm homicidal, you suicidal

You paranoid, scary ass nigga I'm right behind you

Cause niggaz who talk about it, but see I be about it

I live that phsyco shit, you hoe ass niggaz rap about it

I been in high speed chases, way before Cops

Nigga what you sold rocks, I moved birds by the flock

Stacked grands before rapping, see the booth and never acting

See real hip-hop, ain't bout fashion or flashing

Or riding niggz dick, yeah to hit the top

I done heard niggaz flip flop, to get to a certain spot

Southside hall of famer, made a mark in this city

Got game from Ice, K.B., Dre Dolla and Smitty

R.I.P. to fallen soldiers, but the kid still remains

One of the coldest in my era, ask my nigga Lil' James

Yeah fool I stepped out, wanted to get out the red

And I did what I had to do, to keep my family fed

No secret brain was cloudy, but a nigga still rowdy

Went hard in the paint, you hoe ass niggaz had to foul me

Can't stop me, sloppy carbon copies

I run circles round you feeble minded label ass, wanna be Gotti's

You watching too many movies, I'm a living horror flick

My life my life, Steven King will write about my shit

Beat the odds with God, still living to tell it

Bet a nigga won't pimp me, to sell no records

Gives a fuck about platinum, gives a fuck about gold

Ask these niggaz in the streets, they know Mello stone cold what