Montana Of 300 - 0 to 100 lyrics

[Verse 1: Montana of 300] I go 0 to 100 n***a real quick All these weak rappers man I had to hit the k** switch Bet I see them mills' with no deal that's the real lick I am more than drill b**h, I am more than sk** b**h I only talk that real sh** and all I know is k** sh** I am more than ill, motherf**ers call me real sick n***as get the chills when I step out on the field b**h I ain't never lackin' n***a not even a lil' bit Gucci on my waist, n***a you know where the steel sit Understand this rapper not a actor I ain't Will Smith So if you judge me wrong it's RIP to Uncle Phil b**h 40 bus' yo a** like a mothaf**in' field trip Smoke a n***a, turn him into Fire Marshall Bill quick Leave a n***a sleeping quicka' than a nyquil Shoulda' cut a n***as throat with a blade give him gill slits Poke a n***a, soak a n***a on some Navy Seal sh** n***as know I been sick, n***as know I been raw And on these tracks I go stupid like a send off And you ain't f**in' with me and even all of your homies know That I infect two n***as with Polio with this Holy Ghost When that Holy Ghost drops I promise imma' rock the nation It's a biblical, lyrical, rocket launchin' proclamation Tell my haters I said f** em' they can't stop the operation Tell the ops I'm not a doctor, therefore I ain't got the patience [patients] And the piece be on a n***a like as-salamu alaykum On they seven combination the darkest abomination Every time a chopper spray sh** take away from population And I ask her for forgiveness, yeah, but hold that conversation Not a Christian, m**m, Mason and never ridin' with Satan A relationship with God is my number one obligation And, if I'm not mistakin', I swear all of y'all was hatin' Hope like Hell that I don't make it up until I drop that Chiraq Now they wanna' dick ride, do that till' they climax Old b**hes poppin' up, nah we can't rewind that Old homies poppin' up, we can't get that time back These other rappers' minds will never be where my mind's at Labels on my heels bout' a deal, I ain't buyin' that Show me ten mill', then show me where I sign at n***a I know my worth I swear you n***as shoulda' stayed in school I got em' hatin' more than Ice offa' Paid In Full RIP my n***a Sonny, I be on some mix sh** They took my n***a from us uh, right before Christmas Damn, now my niece got a daddy on the wish list And Santa can't bring him back, sh** he can't even get gifts So I'm goin' hard with this music sh** till' I get rich Hey Sonny, yo I got you, sh** good as God is my witness Hatred is contagious and jealousy is a sickness Watch everybody and ain't no tellin' who on that b**h sh** Sam's Club baby, n***as know we totin' big sh** AK47's and MAC-11's with big clips When I co*k it back it look like I'm drivin' a stick shift Them choppa's chop a n***a to crop more n***as than Pic stitch Slid on a n***a for rappin', talkin' that slick sh** Bang, bang, put two in that [w]rapper just like a Twix b**h This rap sh** is my sixth sense, rappers notice eviction I am hip-hop's redemption, can't you feel the suspension, n***a?