Fiend - Slangin' lyrics
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[master p]
Yowhat's up niggathis the colonelmp.
But uhfiend niggait's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun b and pimp c.
U.g.k. and fiend? this straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the cornerevery nigga in the penitentitary.
Niggathis busta muthafuckin free. this for all the real
Niggas and bitches out thereya heard me? no limit style.
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit.
[bun b]
You muthafuckaI don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zonebitchyour microphone bitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and c and fiend gon bust your bubble on the double
Hut onehut twomarch niggafire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched niggatake a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythoseneturn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to runhideor back down
I put my mack downpicked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thickerhose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figuredhe had a chance
To make it to that choppershit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clustersto leave you in the dust
Cause we tryinto get rid a all you haters
And you muthafuckin bustas
[chorus:(1) fiend]
Boywe down south bangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[chorus:(2) fiend] x 3
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[pimp c]
I got the cocaine ladywhite ladyby the key
I get them whole for tendouble up for seventeen
Two outta onestep on it to win
They essay's is my partnamafia stamp on the end
Two block solideach one worth one
I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stoneshollin bout a wrong
Smokinridin dirtygot a chip up in my cellphone
Keep this shit pumped
Get to pop the trunk
Feelin light headed off some california skunk
And bitch I come from texas and love that shit to lean
I'm down with dj screw and bitch it's u.g.k. and fiend
And we ridin with some killasniggas bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelersand bitches like pirahnas
I'm sweet james jonesa pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
[chorus:(2)] x 4
[fiend]
What's the sense of it all?
Pimpinpowderand pussy tryin to make pennies
Payin offso friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubtthe southin every show todayblown away
From the wrong wayI'm killin these niggas the jones way
Let the psalm sayhe died as a hata
Sooner than latershoulda pop em since the incubator
My life is droppin heronat the sharon
Lookindeath dead on
Knowin I was dead wrong
From the sad songshave you been to my city?
If you ain't got shittyeverything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always claimin tank
Niggas know n.o.dankand elevate
My rankwhat you call it?
Bustin out the expedition
Fiend pimpinblowin up corns coke and cat emissions
My livinresist the no limit and stashin a duster
Servin the cluckerspoppin it undercover
We gettin rid a bustas
[chorus:(2)] x 6
