Caddillac Tah - sh** Gets Ugly lyrics

[Tah Murdah] Perminently dedicated to the street sh** Creep the gat that spit quick And f** with k**ers who keep clips to heat sh** When there's murder involved There's a lot of n***as bluffin Holdin an arsenal of guns and never bustin Screamin at the top of they lungs but sayin nuthin But I styrofoam lies with quiet and blaze nuthin What the f** y'all want Cowards we ain't cut from the same cloth You a 5M6 n***a, I ride your b**h n***a You f** with the wrong one this time And I promise you You be the next n***a they pay homage to And they gonna find you somewhere in a vacant lot With the garbage, I'm a murderer so I'm heartless I drop the top on the CL420 as I Swallow henny gettin, head from your hunnie And before I let you hit me, I hit you And split you, leavin you for the paramedics to get you [Black Child] When sh** gets ugly It's back to the block f**in with them custies We gonna lock sh** down I'm a n***a so you know you can't trust me When sh** gets ugly We got b**hes that transport pounds We gonna lock sh** down Murder them n***as, murder them now [Black Child] I spit venomous murderous sh** with the inosence Of a child, in the penal, foul and official Futuristic, chick sh**, black big dick From mistresses we roll triple sixes Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies They feel the energy like it's tenely Murder's the remedy when the hennessy is in me I'm unfriendly in the club where the women be Sippin Italy, feelin me, k**in me, for the benji's Not the broads in my bed I can't front, I love them who*es that give me head I like my presidents dead, and I can't stand the feds I got mansions with saunas, while n***as on the corner And laughin at the police when they can't find my burner I like cars with a stash box, cash, and drop-top I smash the block, n***a blast the cops [Black Child] When sh** gets ugly It's back to the block f**in with them custies We gonna lock sh** down I'm a n***a so you know you can't trust me When sh** gets ugly We got b**hes that transport pounds We gonna lock sh** down Murder them n***as, murder them now [Vita] When sh** gets ugly, in the purse where the snub be Murdererous b**h, give a f** if you hate or love me Feel you above me, b**h but down inside What chick you know hit strips and broke down fives Cut family ties, so deep into my slug's eyes an*lyze my crimes as I rise, and I Solemly swear never to turn state You right b**h I'm a murder mommy for life [Ja Rule] Yeah, Yeah May the lord be with n***as who shout my name in vain I'm a Murderer motherf**er, you n***a loose change I get head in the whip, probably from your b**h Cuz she's a ho like yourself, and it's makin me sick From the pimps, to the bulls like Don Bishop I pimp on hoes religiously, shorty you hearin me Good sense to keep a n***a in dark tints But it won't stop the hollows comin throught the fence Forget about it, gangsta sh** gets tense An' You sounding like a h*mo n***a who ride dicks Every joint you make got a name in your mouth What you gobblin? nuts n***a?, with my posters out n***a read about it The Murderous I-N-C, courtesy of the n***a I. Gotti n***a hear about it From your hood to my hood, from my block to your block f** around and get shot n***a [Black Child] When sh** gets ugly It's back to the block f**in with them custies We gonna lock sh** down I'm a n***a so you know you can't trust me When sh** gets ugly We got b**hes that transport pounds We gonna lock sh** down Murder them n***as, murder them now