THREAT - Pdk lyrics

rate me

[top pops off, can being shook, spray paint applied]

[Threat]

I'm here to let you know that no ho plays me

I don't do crack cause I'm already crazy

And we don't need no mo', psycho people

Guns don't kill people, people kill people

Haven't you heard, there's a new sheriff in to-own

But one black chief can't calm us do-own

We floss 'em out wide, the nigga ain't from our tribe

Not +Tribe Called Quest+, the tribe called West

Too legit to quit so tell the cops they can kiss my

young black ass cause I'm out to get mine (you're gonna get yours)

Let it be known, to all, men, that roam the planet earth

that Allah come first

Livin in the L.A. Zoo you gotta be a warrior

Make sure you got a good lawyer

Get caught with a spear that's fifteen years

I hit the fence with my khakis and still they shootin at me

Tryin to kill us off like buffalo

Po-po can't have my life, or my soul, so..

"I don't give a FUCK you motherfuckin cops" [x3]

"BUCK and another BUCK and another BUCK, I don't give a fuck"

[Threat]

I keep my brownies im my pocket, I can pick it if you lock it

I'm servin place your order got them fat fat quarters

Slangin ain't my style, never was Mr. Fuzz

I don't drink suds, I pour 'em out for my loved ones

Every day is like, every day I gotta go through this

So, you can get the boot, and the motherfuckin fist

I ain't bailin no hay so be all on your way

witcho' whip cause that shit don't work on pimps and

hustlers and players and dragon-slayers

I got the bomb in my palm, how much

Can't stay in one spot, the heat get too hot

I gotta get another G, cause this one's on E..

Peep game, peep game, I let loose, I let loose

Now from the window from the roof, shoot nigga shoot

That's for yo' eye and yo' sparrow, crack and roll my barrel

Just one click away from, blowin me a nig away

Serve him and it's [?] lights out

"I don't give a FUCK, BUCK and another - I don't give a fuck"

[Threat]

Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter

With my homies on the handlebars, goin to handle ours

The homies had me all fucked up off that yack

Bust a U-turn to go back, I dropped my golf hat

Stopped and copped two forties, two paroles

Some niggaz started starin like they know me, damn

I only got two shells with me, but then

deuce-five get busy, where is he?

Hopped on the bandwagon got his pants saggin

New kid on the block fuck around and get mopped

Now that's the story, the fame and the glory

And tell that to them niggaz if they lookin for me

where to find me