C. Seawright - Open Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Jabbar] The jig is up I got the smoking gun on everybody, look how every shot I hit is clutch I could never stop or get enough Cause anything I do is either new edition or the sh** deluxe n***a hold your tongue or get the f** Cause anytime they open up they mouth another one just hit the dust If you lyin' I begin to hunt Might I remind you if you try to slide ain't nobody slick as us Them boys ducks I should get 'em stuffed and plucked off Just for fun, just because I can't rock with you punks We the ones you can't sit amongst Oh you the sh** huh? okay, i could lift a thumb and get you flushed They want a mill' but I want 50 plus I'ma f** the game 'til it bust, then disappear for months Don't try to diss, them Nola k**ers still in touch How you gon' come at a big dog when you n***as runts? [Verse 2: Seawright] These n***as must be missing' sumn, the f** you think they get it from? Did this once before and we settled matters with fisticuffs But hurry 'fore you miss the fun, we gon' need some bigger guns Our finger on the trigger for the years to come Either I'm the best or you trippin', we not impressed by you simpletons Just spent my stipend I might regret that sh** by the end of this but Patricia got my reinvesting my dividends Leave some bread at the crib she the reason my checks are triplin' dog Vince still armed like Full Metal Slick talk and big charms man y'all can do better Who let 'em, I feel sorry I guess they too pressured Ooh they sparked the fuse, we gon' blow in a few seconds Took shots, sent 'em back, this Uzi a ton Now I got the camp waiting for you to respond They say I'm prone to lead a stage, I'm aiming and shooting for stars True enough, pacing thinking "maybe I'm foolish for trying" (Caesar) [Verse 3: Ugly Frank] Livin' cooler than your average Counting' cabbage local motive mental Tap into a triple way dimension when I'm stackin' Keep the burner on me, I be iffy when I travel Case a n***a try to hem me up and stick me for the package Move a motorbike Heavy-weighted, nickel-plated four pounder Hit you with the banger like I'm Triple H This sh** is kinda tricky ain't it? I push the aqua-colored Bimmer See the b**hes wavin', but irregardless I'm a demon I be mobbin' through yo' hood with a 40 gallon of molly It's obvy I wanna party, I'm potty Swear to god that my inner-body just jumped out my outer-body My bodies just took a b**h to the room and karate chopped her I chopped down a tree and built me a village Of gritty-minded and villainous n***as who give a f** And will push your wig to the front (look) We breaking in and b**h we breaking what we want (look) Don't make me angry b**h you know that you in danger I'll be on my merry way after showing me where the safe is IPads, pa**ports, heirlooms, bracelets Brace yourself the n***as who with me awful abrasive They famous for leakin' n***as for nothing and creasing braces I'm famous for taking b**hes f**ing 'em 'til they tits starts sagging I crush her heart and i run her purse on the daily I'm pa**ively aggressive i often pa** on the sess Cause i'd rather f** with the n***as who pay me, quite frankly (Franklin)