Bigg Rocc - Deadly lyrics

[Intro: Bigg Rocc] For my n***as and my b**hes, what's crackin' It's John Doe in this mothaf**er, what's really goin' on I'm all good, we about to hit you mothaf**ers up side the head With that real gangster, money hungry, street sh** You know what I'm sayin, f** y'all, what's up Ren [Verse 1: MC Ren] We duck and dodge you mothaf**ers, attack when we need to Compton still the sh**, still up in your grill You're gettin' f**ed by a legend, tell how do it feel As I caress the Mic, shoot my s**m and dice Y'all can still kiss my a**, a** black as the night Gay n***as on the Mic, is all barkin' no bite Black Revolutionary, that's my title While these stupid n***as wanna be American Idols I started this gangster sh** And this the mothaf**in' thanks I get The whole world ain't sh**, my whole catalog, is so explicit n***as never sold a million just waitin' to diss it John Doe sh**, rep it fully Come through, slap you and your b**h like bully New year coming, we gon to shoot in the air Cause mothaf**in' Compton n***as, we just don't care, n***a.... [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals I'ma keep the street, some sh** that you feel No time for that bullsh** that's why I keep the steel Aim for your grill with the ditches to k** Gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals I'ma keep the street, some sh** that you feel No time for that bullsh** that's why I keep the steel Aim for your grill with the ditches to k**, n***a [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] I'm runnin' these streets with no conscience n***as The work I mean, is not behind these n***as Uhh, scary n***as, paranoiad n***as John Doe been the tight, big bike stealers Take it down, flat right like a tyre Mad at your bosses, we the n***as for hire Hot sh**, we make n***as duck quick Ain't nothin' changed, Compton n***as still the bang Bout to take over, cause n***as slippin' While we hit licks, and n***as straight dippin' Matter of fact we stay ready for combat Uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat Keep you skat, b**hes stay yellin' They're f**in' with some Com-town felons News at 11 with no clue, we shoot n***as at their shoes We beat bikinis mothaf**ers like blues........... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bigg Rocc] They say the money is the root of all evil I say not legit, Junky-Ass-People Haters, like to see n***as starved Put thier b**h up, when you full they whole card Corners is gettin' hot in California n***as return your b**h a** into donor I hustle on these streets for meals Bigg Rocc, John Doe sh** that you feel........ [Verse 4: T-Bone] Comin' out the barrel, the tip is hollow One neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow Lookin' shady in the date like takin' your sh** Spit lead, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit T-Bone in your money and it's funny as f** When I'm starvin' and scooped all your side walk stucks Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it take when I hold it And it's restin' on the ground with that rag I fold it, you know..... [Chorus] - repeat 2X