Fiend - 'Bout That Mess lyrics

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Fiend - 'Bout That Mess lyrics

[Crooked Eye] Say n***a, you talkin to me? n***a I know you ain't talkin to me n***a Yeah I, I ain't bout that talkin n***a I handle my business When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess To you n***as that yap, we bout that mess And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a So bring it on, bring it on, bring it on n***a Bring it on if ya wanna, I stay ready to ride I'm goin out like a soldier, I ain't scared to die Secure the clips in the chopper, co*k the firing pin Grit your teeth, hold your nuts and let the war begin Squeeze the trigger, buck em all, somebody gots to fall I'm goin it, comin out wit it or ain't comin out at all You better k** me, do me in, boy put me to rest Cause if you don't that homie you stole, we about that mess [Billy Bavgate] Yeah I'm bout more mess then the crime up in Oakland You f** with me, I leave your chest open Yeah I'm bout more mess then Joe Pesc' I'm a Ghost Town n***a puttin one up in your flesh I put s**as to rest, I'm from the west, I'm a soldier till my last breath The black mafia n***as, splittin wigs like a drug dealer Dumpin shots like Little Rock, I'm your thug n***a [Crooked Eye] When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess To you n***as that yap, we bout that mess And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n***a [Fiend] I'm bout as messy as Marvin Starvin, 'fore ghetto problem Now you can huff and puff, survivors don't fall I gives a f** how you call, how big, how tall I bet bucks through it all and them n***as get hauled Hittin jaws, pissin laws, that thing I gots to the cause And the a** whippin's I'm givin have you sayin no visitors The dizzier you get, on your mouth playin catch On my fist you stretch, should have been bout that bout mess [Mac] You bout that mess n***a, then represent to the fullest Put my name on that bullet and pull it Who wanna ride with me, die with me, Mr. Camoflauge Me and my n***as we trigger n***as, we do or die ??? can't come between us, no bootie shakers could break us Infiltrate us, we chases so many papers today Take us to pergutory, we glory but don't ignore me I k** em all if they bore me, I'm a soldier, this is my soldier story [Crooked Eye] When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess For you n***as that yap, we bout that mess And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess Bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n***a [Big Ed] If you's about throwing things say I'm bout that mess I'm bout that mess, I'm bout that mess If you got at least four straps and you wear a vest then You's about that mess, you's about that mess It's the Assa**in, n***as know me, Richmond baller Raised in the Bay to be a motherf**in night crawler Shot caller, hoes holla, see me in the Impala Top dollar, spinich, a** ballin like there's no tomorrow Hollar out the window, uh oh, ohhhh Cause when you see me, uh oh, ohhhh Let the shots go, n***as hit the floor Cause I'm bout that mess, you n***as already know

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