Kirk Crumpler - f** The World lyrics

(Chorus: Spice 1) fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider One of the 50 calibur inside ya fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya (slugs inside ya) (Spice 1) f** the world, we be gattin' the up n***as be comin' with the AK runnin' out of the car, we givin' a f** Grabbin' my nuts and bustin' with the k**ers side, we k**in thugs Catch my enemies slippin' and hittin' them up we bury they a** Some of you n***as is b**hes we scary to blast I'll put down the mash and I'mma pull fast cla** with tinted gla** Murder for cash, n***as be runnin' and dumpin' with no ski mask Paid hits so close your eyes and keep a close grip on your dick We empty clips, slip, silde and dip to those who collect the chips is thug sh** (Kyoz) My life up in the ghetto stackin' talk show flow King of the block (block), pushin' rocks until my heart stop, clock me or not Brought me a drop, triple gold D, stackin' my teeth Puttin' slugs in enemies, makin' n***as freeze just like the police And until I'm deceased, marry me a 'G' Young n***as, dumb n***as with chrome (chrome) and tell Al Capone Flippin' zones by the phone when I bought my home Laced with game, the game explains wettin' them up like rain k**in' the markers was the caine (Chorus: Spice 1) fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider One of the 50 calibur inside ya fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherf**er (Den Fen) I'm mentally mind gone with the chrome in my hand When I take my stand and glance at the right foes Two shots for my right foe The life that I'm livin' I'm leavin' 'em f**ed in the game When I maintain in my ghetto path True to the roots, only crews gonna blast on your punk-a** They flashback to my main frame its the same thing But a different game, feel a strange pain When you got a bullet hole enlodged in your motherf**in' brain They slang caine on my blocks, Glocks co*k on fight non-stop Patrol - n***a me slangin' that caine since sixteen years old (Spice 1) My foes be shot up in caskets, half of they faces be missin' Dumpin' on you jealous ba*tards, six feet deep n***a listen Bossalini bring the drama as the motherf**in' world keeps turnin' And I won't rest in peace till I see my enemies burnin' I'll load my clips and slang my ki's smoke ounces of chronic weed While n***as bleed over scandalous b**hes, money and greed Down for the wettin' them up, n***as be diein' for disrespectin' a thug Now takin' some slugs and leave these n***as with all they gats in the mud (Chorus: Spice 1) fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider One of the 50 calibur inside ya fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherf**er