Montana Of 300 - The Last Dance lyrics

ni**as actin' like I ain't Mike in this b*tch Way way way way way ahead of the game Untouchable Go watch how I blitz for my brothers Every once and while ni**as start sh*t They say they want Montana from chiraq, well then fu*k it lets give em that hard sh*t All black when I gear up no parking Like a crutch the stick under my armpit I keep something on deck like a card trick Tell da opps come and C like its charlotte You see me in da hood, grippin that metal, ain't no jumper cables I spark sh*t I'll put holes in the cart that he pushing and turn it to red he ain't shoppin at target Check him out take his ass off the market No paint job when I spray and his car flip ni**as thought they was cool, till I turned up and blew got da airing dat whip like the car vent Threw up blood in his whip like he gangbang, threw up blood in his whip call it carsick Like mechanics I come wit them tools, made him pay like he needed his car fixed Do you dirty in traffic, or you'll see this savage inside of your house or apartment No Nintendo I'm blowing that cartridge That ain't cranberry sauce on his carpet From the beats to the streets ain't no freudin sh*t I don't change in the booth I ain't claw-ken I'm Mike Jordan you ni**as can't guard this I spit crack I might be on the narcs list b*tch I been on my grind, I'm who they will come find just to light up that green like a garden While you ni**as was broke, I was movin that dro ,had the plug on the phone like its charger You going need guns, a shield and a sword Rambo Judah plus Jesus Christ and the lord Way more heat than Miami don't play wit my family, cause if I can't find you I'm whackin yours 50 up in my clip light him up like a stick Give it to him I do not mean pass the torch What the fu*k would you question my savage for I'm wit the bull like a matador This ain't tennis I'm not wit the back and forth Botch I'm known to throw down like I'm Crashing Bores Had his homies surprised once the fu*k ni**a die, they can tell he was cappin like baggy shorts Wear a vest when I shot, blow this b*tch like flute you'll think I'm trying to summon Dragon Zord I'm like Zach in all black, you'll be covered in red, quick as Jason can yell out tyrannosaurus Then go hop in sh*t that you can't afford I'm saucin, ya b*tch wanna taste a ni**a They say tony don't go because wit out ya flow the games gonna die dehydration ni**a I go hard for that paper so cut it out Got da game in my hand like rock, paper, scissors Ya favorite rapper so basic ni**a, benefit off watching me babysitter I breath life in da game, dis ain't saga ni**a, once they cop, they in shock like they tase a ni**a My heart is cold it ain't safe for ni**as Hell or haven going have to make space for ni**as Once I take this botch out like we datin ni**a I'm going dump I do not mean break up wit her Up this mac in face of hatin ni**a, put da clip to his temple no taper ni**a Shots flippin like they sensi was splinter, make em sleep in a week it's a wait for ni**as Blew like magic, she kill fa me lakers center Don't play games where I'm from this ain't Vagas ni**a Valet drivers steering while we load da weapons On my way, they don't know they so close to heaven Like a blunt I roll up everyone in this b*tch, takin hits you going think it's a smoking session I ain't no kappa you know we steppin, walk the same when ain't none of my solders present This rapper keep a mac never no protection, she always on my dick but ain't no obsession Handle and chrome, red light on that b*tch like da camera was on Kicked in some doors I done ran in some homes Then let that b*tch like don't answer the phone Momma off crack, tell me go in the back Fist balled like Thanos a hand full of stones Felt like she wasn't on the planet I'm on See parents get money but managed it wrong Age 17 I jumped off of da porch, I started off wit a half of a zone Once I ran it up I was trafficking drugs Call junk in da trunk you know pam and Jarome Tony played in his pin while I packaged pounds Tryna grind so my kids never have to frown 40 Cal I made sure I kept that around So they can't say they didn't have they dad around I was not lackin then, I ain't lackin now b*tch I move like da minister, pat him down I go hard in da paint, never backin down Wit this rap sh*t I snap like a crocodile Wit the pen he wise, but don't think that mean I won't wack a clow Imma roll up and then smoke him, 40 blow buddy down like a pack a loud I'm bussin dis b*tch like her tubes tied, or like she told me she can't have a child Message to all his friends, don't act tough for pretend, or its poppin again like its back in style You betta dip lower my shooters going pull up and put a hole in ya cap and gown I light up your block and come back around wit two rockets I call em T-Mac and Yao Play my cards and I run wit a bad hand, b*tch I rap like every day my last chance When I'm gone they going say I'm bad man, b*tch I been on my bullsh*t da last dance