Mr. Mike - South-West lyrics

[Mr. Mike] I kept one in the chamber, livin' the life of danger Now I'm known as the suspect f** these snatches, I'm strapped with this tec Physicals fall, a mystical n***a, becomin' a prospect And f** these projects, I'm out, bet Who's the fugitive? Handcuffs couldn't hold me I'm roamin' the street top, with three Glocks and steamin' plots Cops for blocks, accumulatin' my papes Escapin' the fake, S-O-L-O when I break They'll never take me alive, the unforgiven Murderous tactics, back with graphics to act with Numerous ways I stay paid like kingpins Unsolved mysteries just to collect my dividends Fatal attractions, now they reactin', on the defense Because to them my dollars ain't makin' no sense Where is he gettin' it, how is he gettin' it, when is he gettin' it Thinkin' of ways to stop all existence Ain't no haps, perhaps, the gap between the rich and the needy (That's right) Was gettin' a little greedy Schemin' to stick me up like cactus Criminal mindframes, my nine aims, blaow n***as got blasted [Hook] It's them k**as from the South-West With slugs for your chest Load the clip for those that slip Eternal rest Them k**as from the South-West With thugs for your set Load the clip for those that trip Who wanna test? [E-A-Ski] n***a don't move, you blink when I tell you to blink I'm murderin' n***as styles with ballpoint pen ink I'm leavin' you b**h n***as more f**ed up than the deficit Devils be tryin' to make me show my soul cause I got hella sh** n***a you need some Miracles like Smokey Robinson And a good a** doctor when me and Mr. Mike get done (Fool, what's that Westside like?) It's like a Glock I'm leavin' you wet like Ice-T and Cube if you "Trespa**" on my block I don't smoke no weed or cigarettes, I smoke n***as Choke triggers, float sicker, so I can make my doe more quicker My n***a, I get up in that a** like toilet tissue And bring the havoc like a terrorist in Mogadishu I stay strapped, you need to call that n***a that got your back So both of y'all can go half on a funky a** track It's Mr. Ski, Mr. C, and Mr. B-O-X Down with Mr. Mike like the South is down with the West [Hook] It's them k**as from the South-West With slugs for your chest Load the clip for those that slip Eternal rest Them k**as from the South-West With thugs for your set Load the clip for those that trip Who wanna test? [Mr. Mike] I got your mind blown so welcome to my time zone Runnin' big cities like Frank Nitti, tonight I'm drippin' with the rhinestone Attempted murder on a G, I heard they blamin' me I'm sorry sir, I'm in the streets convertin' my ounce into a ki If I was in the driver seat of the drive-by I guess I was too high cause I can't remember sh** that night As I, pa** by you're doin' ninety on the express Way deep in the jungle got me stressed, I don't cess God bless these n***as cause they know not what they do I'm just a G with some wicked ways to get in you They tryin' to send me to Tha Pound like Kurupt and Daz I ain't goin' alive, I'm ready to ride on they busta a** Commence to dumpin', get to dumpin' and won't stop dumpin' n***a it's Mr. and I got your whole block bumpin' So you can stop runnin' off at your mouth It's me and O.C., O.G. n***as from that damn South [Hook] It's them k**as from the South-West With slugs for your chest Load the clip for those that slip Eternal rest Them k**as from the South-West With thugs for your set Load the clip for those that trip Who wanna test?