Menace 2 Society Lyrics

So let me get this right, you bought the bottle of beer at $12.45

Yeah, yeah, I bought the beer at $12.15, I mean $12.30

You know you done fucked up, right

You know that I don't shoot you

Don't talk that money shit to me, said to another sucker

What

All y'all niggas police, undercover brother

Shorty got a dumb, dumb brain, she tryna lick me like a sucker

I said I'm in a rush, baby, you got a hour, Chris Tucker

Hurry up

I snatch your chain, but I ain't Deebo, get tough

Bro foul with that tech, he shoot like Fritos

Soul flew away when you got hit with that Dazzy Eagle

Nigga, I'm way greater than you

Ain't no way we equal

Hang with all the arguments in the confrontation

Sorry, baby, I wouldn't even hit you if you out here late

Getting money my number one priority, my occupation

This 4'5 plus, that nigga gon' equal him on my equation

You a bitch, be real, don't front your dick

Black bitch like Keisha, my name should've been Bums

Bro got AR with drums, it look like a Tommy gun

I know real killers, nigga, that power could've got Tommy done

She just got her waist snatched, she said she got her tummy done

Baby, suck it to get it hard, you already know I'm on gummy worm

I'm the shit like flies, watch the bitches swarm

Bro, them telling me I'm hot right now, like, nigga, I'm barely warm

I'm Blackstone, baby, we be the most

Look at my eyes, I ain't going, nigga, you don't see no hope

Off the gun and he ain't blow

Nigga, you's a ho

Bro like Curry, half court when he half a block, he tryna scope

I remember the gang used to E4 for foes

A bitch would tell me I could come, but they can't come, then I ain't go

You a killer, drop your low

Soul caliber with this foe, fly tryna reap these niggas' soul

Mama used to tell me, boy, you know you gon' reap what you sow

And you shouldn't ask for your money, motherfuckers know they owe

Aw, nigga, you forgot

Like I'm looking for a place to park, I'm going through a lot

Got my bitch cleaning up the dishes after I just whipped the pots

Told bro congratulations when he said his baby dropped

Now he need a key for his wrist because his shit on lock

All you see is whip, whip, chickens going bawk, bawk

Then he hand one off to me, I run it up like Marshall Fogg

I just pray to God we be safe, I pray we don't get caught

Shit, the cops get on my ass, you know I gotta hit the exhaust

I be out here with the apes like Tarzan, bitch, you might get lost