Gla**es Malone - Sux 2 B U lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox] (It s**s to be you) Oh boy, we doing it bigger than a muthaf**a right now, we got Gla**es Malone with us (s**s to be you) Krizz Kaliko in the mutherf**in' house and if you mutherf**as ain't down with this sh**, Krizz let they a** know (s**s to be you) [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] Me and the terrific, with wicked Twiztid, spit it one Now we more hated then George Zimmerman So put your hoods up like you're reppin' for trey van This track s**ed more the minute I came on (no it didn't) This is for blooded cousins loving us in dozens And Juggalos is cheering when they hearing n***as bludgeon You might be offended, I can't be ended All y'all is in Cali, they be trendin' Caddy I'm firing the warning shot n***as still see I stepped it up, don't know how warm it got Hot, hot, hot, hot! I'm taking it back to the days I was packing a strap Cali's in town, they mad they don't know where they girlfriend at So have a gla** of suicide, a cup of shut the f** up You n***as made it on the radio, I guess you lucked up But you'll be outta here in a year and the crowd'll boo We get the cheers, you get the tears [Hook: Krizz] s**s to be you And its so unfair that you keep talking and no one cares s**s to be you When in your end is coming, running and you do nothing s**s to be you And I know y'all hate it cause we ain't sh** but we still made it s**s to be you Put the gun to your face and make this world a better place [Verse 2: Monoxide] You can do it like this, but you're makin' a bad decision See I'm worse than the mob cause even the fishes are missin' This ain't some off the wall pill pop mission But givin' a listen to what I've been giving I'll have you begging for what what Micheal was hittin' I'm sickening like a man's a** on a 50 inch And destined to end up in a bathtub like Whitney did But my mission is to live long and I got her sh** But I know she's gotta be dead, bu*ted heads, had a Chris brownie kid I'm a lunatic in a zombie wig Sweeney Todd couldn't dream Of the nightmares that I've been followed with Like lobsters f**in' ostriches It's preposterous to think you got a f**in' shot to stop this [Hook] [Verse 3: Gla**es Malone] Cool it, all these n***as need to cool it Cause I'm on while they spent a lifetime tryin' to do this Sixes, I don't even f** with dueces Ruthless and ain't a n***a breathin' gonna refute it Fooled it, stanky heart until he proved it Nice plus I'm ‘bout that life so yeah I used to move it Ask the Crips, ask the Bloods, ask the [?], ask the Hoovers About Gla**es Logan gettin' looped up Get this b**h to nooch you, let it revel, bet that lie Hey I'm thug until I die, b**h it's seventh street for life Tossers said hi till they sever off my head Poser motherf**er you could never understand Try and beef with me you p**y n***as are dead men I'm ready for whatever, hundred guns, hundred bands And I'mma keep it hundred till I'm hunted down and lynched And since she'll take em out, I can't give my b**h an antic [Hook]