K-Lou - Shady Times lyrics

[Web] What's happenin'? Some of that old gangsta, leave a n***a in a ditch type sh**, you know? Yeah We playas but we gangstas, too, n***a Mac Dre and Young Web finna put it down in a real way Check it out [Verse 1: Web] Have a seat, grab a blunt, relax your back I'mma about to kick some facts to make you feel that you've been jacked I attack, at any cost, without no means Packin' AP-9's, AK's with infrared beams It seems some kids up in this game need to be taught a lesson n***a, one suggestion: let's call together a funk session ‘Cause when I bust, I bring major pain Keith Sweat would wanna cross out in my type of rain n***a, my lyrics is something make the others spread the reputation I'm bustin' with a sensation that'll leave you in devastation Fry like bacon This money I'm takin' to fill my pockets Fools be tryin' to stop but I be blowin' up like rockets Your arm sockets, legs and waist stay left The only thing this n***a about to meet now is his d**h The point I'm makin' potna is don't test me ‘cause I'm packin' a .380 Muthaf**a when times are shady [Mac Dre] Yeah, Young Web, n***as ain't knowin' It can get real funky around here, you know? So goddamn drastic after I hit a n***a with the plastic, right? n***a, I hung that fool off the Carquinez while that gun fell off me and I'm sideways Yeah, straight gangsta sh**, n***a [Verse 2: Mac Dre] I'm a skrilla getta, that'll k** a n***a about grits And I'm quick to trip and slip on my mitts And put hands on a snake if I peep some scandal Beat n***as up just like Frankie Randall If I can't handle, that a** from the shoulders That's when I dash and get the pistola You didn't know a playa had G sh** in him? Well, send a n***a at me, I'll put three clips in him So goddamn fast and won't leave one clue And be cryin' at the funeral just like you I thought you knew, fool, when it comes to this Gangsta type sh**, n***as run from this I got stripes, stars, bars and medals For puttin' in work doin' dirt in the ghetto I'm an O.G. and a H-O-G A muthaf**in' hog and they don't wanna see My vicious tactics ‘cause sh** gets drastic Leave ‘em bleedin' and blasted, ready for a casket I'm real with it, and love to ill with it You trippin' off Mac Dre? Then potna let's deal with it The 707 North Bay soldier I thought you knew? I know somebody told ya [Web] Yeah, I know somebody told yo' punk a** Never no Cutt will lie when the drama flies Just gon' be homicides ‘cause we makin' some mamas cry, you know? So go get your black dress, b**h, yeah Because we flowamatic when countin' C-notes, s**a Gettin' skrilla [Verse 3: Web] These muthaf**as best'a recognize that I be packin' the ammo Like Commando, then I'll light yo' a** like a candle But I'm Rambo, up on a mission up in the jungle To knock down a couple of stables and get ‘em for they bundle I made ‘em crumble, from the parts that I pack Bustin' with M-16, Calicoes and Macs Automatic gats, that's what I use to k** all gangs They send in Web ‘cause he's trained, when I'm let loose, I'm insane There's blood stains, ‘cause I was blowin' up sh** from the start I takes my steps, was smellin' d**h and lookin' at body parts Does this sparks But I'm the only n***a that lasts Puttin' body parts up in caskets and burn ‘em all down to ash Stupid a** ba*tards What you tried to do was unforgettable Your gun's quiz was d**h and it wasn't even that damn difficult n***a, tryna send your damn lady Web and Dre be packin' .380s when times are shady [Web] Yeah, when times are shady it goes down I got my pen foul, the crowd's runnin' wild ‘cause the guns *pow* It's the AP with the 50-clip and these fools can't get with me Young Web causin' fatalities, n***a, when it gets drippy sh**ty committee, s**a [Verse 4: Mac Dre] My style is foul, I break laws, never legal Glued to the track strapped with my Desert Eagle Servin' them s**as, a muthaf**a start drama I might let him live but bust a cap in his mama Yeah I'm a playa, playa, but playas play with b**hes When it come to them trick snitches my trigger finger itches Ready to peel a cap off a punk a**, drunk a** n***a startin' static, take his life and his punk a** Dre is a k**a, drug dealer, ex-convict s**as say I'm sick, some drop dimes quick ‘Cause I'm an ill n***a and ill n***as k** n***as Who alert the 5-0 and the money gettin' real, n***a Takin' out cousins, even steppin' to nieces Send ‘em to the grave now they restin' in pieces I'm 5150, a stone cold J-cat Jackin' muthaf**as so my pockets they stay fat Rappin' ain't sh** but a slow grind, so I'm Hittin' licks quick gettin' rich in no time Ask about my work and they say ‘He gets green Runnin' up in sh** with his AR-15' The Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool And if you ain't down then s** my dick, fool I don't give a f** about a n***a or b**h too I run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too [Web] Ha ha ha ha, yeah Y'all put that down Let them s**as know how it go in that big Bay Area Pimps, playas, rhyme-sayers, gangstas and big bankstas s**as, stay back, ‘cause you know we stay strapped Yeah, this is Young Web comin' at that a** for the 9-muthaf**in-6 This is for all the muthaf**in' Crestsiders, the real riders To my muthaf**in' cuddie Young Nico [D-Con] That's right, that Rompalation, this D-Con, fool And that sh** is hoodrat party for your mind, n***a Yeah, can't f** with this…or get enough of this 1996 punk b**h Mac muthaf**in' Dre is back through here, tearin' sh** up Lettin' them s**as have it f**in' aliens