Montana Of 300 - Chiraq lyrics

Any n***a that ever looked at me wrong, ha Aye man, go that way B Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you n***as, man, straight up, man Y'all n***as better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15 [Verse 1: Montana of 300] I been ballin, coulda skipped college, I'm a bad boy with that Big Poppa 12 gauge when I head shot him, bust his head open like a piñata Like Percy Miller I been bout it, come find yo' a** like Bin Laden I k** a clown over my guala, don't give a f** if it was 10 dollars Don't trust n***as, don't trust b**hes, I know these hoes like a pimp scholar And it's MOB 'til the day I drop, and these stupid thots don't get nada These dick riders try to steal from me, gon' feel the heat when that lead pop 'em I whack a b**h and then walk away with blood on my shoes, that's red bottoms Bought a new gun with two clips, I can't wait to use it And that b**h stick to my hip like I glued it I hope you do trip, as soon as you do it I pull that b**h out, (click clack) K-9 unit And kiss yo' a** goodnight, like bang bang that's smooches No top, that's clueless, I'm ruthless, I do this I'm ballin, these hoes, yeah they all on my pool stick And you mad at your main b**h, cause that b**h bumpin my new sh** Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty, keep the green on me like a Jets jersey Tell the opposition I ain't never worried, keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry I can see you p**y like a mini skirt, keep talkin' you gon' get it first And the toughest wit you gon' get it worst, now go order up about 20 shirts RIP with they face on it, had to show they a** how that semi work Yeah they got smoked, April 21st, and next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse Always sayin somethin', but ain't sprayin nothin' When it's beef, I don't wait for nothin' If I see a opp broad day in public, then I'm shootin sh** like A Zae Production Got word to be out there every night, I'm talkin' deeper than Barry White We gon' ride past with that iron blastin', start flippin' n***as like Jessie White They catchin' bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice And I'm a f**in' monster in a pair of Mikes, and this .40 on me looks very nice I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk b**h I hunt Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz n the Hood with that pump This b**h got kick like a punt, it usually sit in my trunk But for today it's ridin' shotgun since n***as like to front And if this n***a run, then this n***a done, I'mma soak a n***a like he in a tub These rappers actors like Ice Cube, and tell Doughboy to come pick him up f** n***as I never liked 'em, got no problem wit k**in' one I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a f** I remember way back when we was broke, we was cryin', momma high as hell To us she was a lovin' mother, but to other motherf**ers she was clientele And I remember beggin' her to stop, and every single night when I told her that I'mma get big and buy a bunch o' guns, and k** every n***a that done sold her crack It's, almost 20 years later Now she finally sober, but that was the sh** that I prayed about I thank God I made it out, damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't sh** to debate about If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters be outside yo' crib like we stakin' out It's really f**ed up in my city, I'm sorry but I'm 'bout to add to the body count I'm Rocky Part 4, I'mma rush in and show all you n***as exactly what I be 'bout My choppas they sh** on them b**hes when spittin, I think that it might got a potty mouth I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant did way back in '03 and then body y'all Keep runnin' your mouth I'mma run in your house, paramedics they gonna bring bodies out I'm sonnin' you n***as like J-Roc, and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, better be strapped at your momma house When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out, caught his a** takin' the garbage out Moment of silence, text messages sent 'round my city, the moment they find it out Black on black everything, we gon' black everything, that's the motto when we ridin' out The ratchet stay on me, just know I was on me whenever if ever you saw me out Been playin' with iron since the age of nine, shoutout to my daddy he taught me how My dad was a k**er, my mom was a addict, young n***a grew up in the slaughterhouse I am the one that they talk about, I am so cold that you might have to thaw me out That money be callin' now, I don't stop ballin' out, I am up next like Jabari now See n***as was sleepin' on me, but I just woke 'em up and they sayin' they sorry now I'm a dough stackin', dope rappin', no lackin', pole packin', four blastin', soul snatchin', toe taggin', cold ba*tard Better close your mouth or get a closed casket, show you what I'm sayin' like closed captions Split 'em in two, make 'em disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic I'll put that choppa to a n***a top and then let it fly, Go-Go-Gadget Might f** his b**h or say f** this sh** and get straight face, that's no pa**ion I'm the illest n***a that you ever heard, I'm the flyest k**a that you ever seen And if a f** n***a ever jump stupid, I'mma catch a body like a trampoline b**h I'm Freddy Krueger in a hockey mask, 'bout to kick doors like karate cla** Ask a n***a where he hide the stash, and better tell the truth like a polygraph One false move and that shotty blast leave a n***a stiff like a body cast And we don't know nothin' about nothin' n***a, and we was out of town if somebody asked Real sh** I'm a father first, my sons need me I ain't bailin' on 'em Be wit real n***as doin' real sh**, and if I get caught I ain't tellin' on 'em No tool I ain't never goin', Iron Man with that metal on him Only God knows where the hell I'm goin', make a n***a wish that he was never born These n***as broke, put a price on 'em I'm super fly, put a cape on him I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's, throwin' cake on 'em while they hate on him From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearin' heat like I play for 'em I come at night and put the 9 to 'em with the long clip, DeAndre Jordan (Long clip, DeAndre Jordan Long clip, DeAndre Jordan) I come at night and put the 9 to 'em with the long clip, DeAndre Jordan